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It would stab me to the heart to see the look of grieved surprise in her dear eyes."
At the magic touch the little thing became lifeless, just a plain every-day doll, and the lesson went on.
"Some little mothers would take the baby this way." Jerking the doll from its nest on the pillow, the Doll Lady placed it on her knee, trotted it vigorously up and down, striking her heel hard each time it struck the ground.
"That heel jars the poor little head, and makes the baby very uncomfortable, but it can't let you know that, except by being uneasy, or maybe, crying, and then it is jolted still harder, and the mother thinks it is cross.
"If you want to trot it, and the baby does love
