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the soldier was turned into a baby,
with long white clothes and the
prettiest of caps.

The day that grandmamma’s
letter came, asking for “one of the
dear children to stay with her,”
dolly was just learning to walk.
We were having our firelight play
before tea. I had tied up my curls
to look like a grown woman’s hair,
and I had papa’s umbrella to keep
the rain off dolly in her first walk.
Bobbie had papa’s hat and stick,
and he held Rosalinda’s other
hand. I was just telling him not
to walk so fast, because his long
strides would tire our little girl,