. The one I knew the best of all : a memory of the mind of a child . y won-dered in private if she was slightly cracked, butwould have soundly thumped and belabored anyother boy who had dared to suggest the samething. The time came when she heard it said that shewas romantic. It was the most crushing thingshe had ever experienced. She was quite surethat she Avas not romantic. She could not bearthe ignominy of the suggestion. She did notknow what she was, but she was sure she was notromantic. So she was very cautious in the mat-ter of keeping to her own corner of the Nurseryand putting an immed
. The one I knew the best of all : a memory of the mind of a child . y won-dered in private if she was slightly cracked, butwould have soundly thumped and belabored anyother boy who had dared to suggest the samething. The time came when she heard it said that shewas romantic. It was the most crushing thingshe had ever experienced. She was quite surethat she Avas not romantic. She could not bearthe ignominy of the suggestion. She did notknow what she was, but she was sure she was notromantic. So she was very cautious in the mat-ter of keeping to her own corner of the Nurseryand putting an immediate stop to her perform-ance the instant she observed a silence, as if any-one was listening. But her most delightful lifeconcentrated itself in those dramatized storiesthrough which she talked to herself. Literature and the Doll 55 At the end of the entrance hall of the house inwhich she lived was a tall stand for a candelabra. It was of worked ironand its standard was or-namented with certaindecorative sup-ports to theupper werethe emo-t i o n sof the. Small Persons M a m m a, who was the gentlest a n d kindest of her sex, on coming upon her offspring one day, on descending the staircase, to find her apparently furious with insensate rage, muttering to herself as she brutally lashed, with 56 The One I Knew the Best of AIL one of her brothers toy whips, a cheerfully hide-ous black gutta-percha doll who was tied to thecandelabra stand and appeared to be enjoying thesituation. My dear, my dear ! exclaimed the alarmedlittle lady, what arc you doing ? The Small Person gave a little jump anddropped at her side the stalwart right arm whichhad been wielding the whip. She looked as ifshe would have turned very red, if it had beenpossible for her to become redder than her exer-tions had made her. I--I was only playing, she faltered, sheep-ishly. Playing ! echoed her Mamma. What ivcrcyou playing ? The Small Person hung her head and answered,with downcast countenance, greatly
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