The Doll’s Funeral Sr

trouble, Doris: on my honour you will
enjoy it after the first, and you will come
back to the garden very soon.”

“But it will all be different,” she pro-
tested. “Tt will not be my garden. And
then——”

She ceased again, and it was plain that
she had not spoken of the situation’s most
tragic possibility. ‘And then?” echoed
the Visitor.

“Sometimes you laugh at me,” said
Doris, “but I never mind it... . I cannot
take my doll to school.”

The Visitor had sympathy enough to
understand. “ That’s the worst of growing
older,” he said. “One has to give up
things. But you will always find some-
thing new to care for—and to give up at
last. What do you mean by the funeral ?”

“You remember Christmas?” said
Doris.

She had named a dog whose history
was a little out of the ordinary. The
Visitor remembered at once the story to

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