90 THE DOLL AND HER FRIENDS.

a good use of the strength that was allowed him.
Turning to Edward, who still looked disappomted,
he continued: “‘ Who could have ventured to hope,
Edward, three years ago, that you and I should
now be going to college together?” And then even
Edward smiled and seemed content. |

As we turned to leave the room, Susan and her
little sister lingered for a moment behind the others, -
and the child held me up towards Rose. Rose
started, and exclaimed, “Is it possible? It really
is my poor old Seraphina. Who would have thought
of her being: still in existence? What a good, use-
ful doll she has been! I really must give her a
kiss once more for old friendship’s sake.”

So saying’, she kissed both me and the baby, and
we left the house.

And now there remains but little more for me
to relate. My history and my existence are fast
drawing to an end; my last wish has been gratified
by my meeting with Rose, and my first hope real-
ised by her praise of my usefulness. She has since
given the baby a new doll, and I am finally laid
on the shelf, to enjoy, in company with my re-
spected friend the Pen, a tranquil old age. When
he, like myself, was released from active work, and
replaced by one of Mordan’s patent steel, he kindly
offered to employ his remaining leisure in writing