The diary of a birthday doll . THE DIARY OF A BIRTHDAY DOLL and saw him standing by the fireplace, scratching theback of his neck and looking very red and foolish—even though he is so clever and will be a doctor bynext June. I saw Grandpa Ellis, a very handsomeman, about thirty years old, laughing in a cornerand shaking his finger at Uncle Harry, and GrandmaEllis, a sweet looking woman with golden hairand blue eyes, was holding me on her arm and myMamma Lu on her lap, and saying: Why shes amighty pretty dolly, Lucy. Now dontbe naughty! Go over to Uncle Harryand tell him that it was sweet of hi
The diary of a birthday doll . THE DIARY OF A BIRTHDAY DOLL and saw him standing by the fireplace, scratching theback of his neck and looking very red and foolish—even though he is so clever and will be a doctor bynext June. I saw Grandpa Ellis, a very handsomeman, about thirty years old, laughing in a cornerand shaking his finger at Uncle Harry, and GrandmaEllis, a sweet looking woman with golden hairand blue eyes, was holding me on her arm and myMamma Lu on her lap, and saying: Why shes amighty pretty dolly, Lucy. Now dontbe naughty! Go over to Uncle Harryand tell him that it was sweet of himto think of you. Go over, dear, andthank him nicely. And then my dearMamma Lu cuddled her head intoGrandmas neck in just theway Id like to cuddle intomy Mammas round whitelittle neck—sniffed three times(Oh! shes got the cutest littleturned-up nose to sniff with), wentvery, very slowly over to UncleHarry, said: Thank you, UncleHarry. I—I—guess—thanks, UncleHarry, and then she ran very14. MONDAY—MY FIRST BATH quickly over to her papa, and he took her on his lapand kissed her. Mamma Lu went to bed in about ten minutes afterthat, and she carried me upstairs into the nursery, andleft me all night alone, in the long dark box. How Ifelt that Saturday night! I wouldnt want the meanestlittle doll on earth to feel one hundredth part as sad asI felt, not even for the one hundredth part of a second. Its not my fault that I have queer eyes, I sobbed. Please dont be angry at me, Mamma Lu ! and againand again, in the darkness of the box, Please dont beangry at me, Im so sorry Im a disappointment. Let me see. Yesterday was Sunday, wasnt it ? andit was yesterday that I had that unpleasant bath. Iwas just saying Im so sorry, for maybe the fiftymillionth time—for you can say Please dont be angryat me a great many times in one night, if you keep atit steadily and dont take too many long breathsbetween—when suddenly I felt the lid of the box beingtaken off. A beam of sunlight flash
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