"Nor anythin' like a head ?" he persisted sympathetically.

Mary's loving eyes filled with tears.

"No, nuffen!" "You couldn't," he continued thoughtfully, "use her the other side up ?--we might get a fine pair o' legs outer them irons," he added, touching the two prongs with artistic suggestion.

"Now look here"-- he was about to tilt the doll over when a small cry of feminine distress and a swift movement of a matronly little arm arrested the evident indiscretion.

"I see," he said gravely.