A good fire glo little range  a sudden, sment to find rail lead me to tures t, damn t be part of too. All t engage t be still young enougo enjoy tead; and not, Id be bound, inimical to poetry, either.

    to ed furniture, ains, all co fas, tself o terior designers sno t ire s inants . Id never seen so many dolls before, not even in Melissas cabinet, and all quite exquisite, as if t come from t be older them!

    Dolls sat on suck out before toycs. Fine ladies in taffeta bustles and Frencs, babies in every gradation of cuteness. A limp-limbed, golden-ure in pink satin spra of te lady in a kitscorian pelisse of maroon silk, ra, lay in an armcorial an air as if to  riding  occupied the wonderful albino rocking horse.

    No last I iful ories of all t - none of ted, all e, ions and t multitude of glass eyes, like tears congealed in time, made me feel very lonely.

    Outside, t torm . Inside, till one t to cross. I guessed sing for me, ed, if only momentarily, before t lead to t nursery, as if unseen gryp guard it.

    Faint gloelpiece; a dim tranquillity, alcum pouary. And t I entered t nursery, I could ransparent breat all, not even pulled te-enamelled crib around aken t ss instigator, ; s asleep in t, toned dohe pillow.

    Se, fragile, lace smock and e stockings ers morning. Se kid sandals. ttle er, ttle quarry, lay curled up h.

    ted tains  yet dra once tempest, so I could  I ormed in to interrogate me, I reassured myself t s knole c y o let me  te