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and I playing at horses with him
next time. How well I remember
my hairless, eyeless doll, and all
the pleasure she gave us! And
good-natured old nurse was quite
willing, whenever Willie was a little
better than usual, to work wonders
with dolly’s toilet. One week she
would be a fine, grand lady, to
whom Bobby would act footman
and I lady’s-maid. Next week,
she was a soldier fighting grand
battles, and lying dead on the
battle-field at last, with a patch
of red paint on the forehead, and
we two singing dirges and songs of
victory; and then, all of a sudden,