"Don't want any more."

"Get down from your chair, then. Say your grace now."

"Thank God nice bweakfast, Amen."

"That's right! Now open it, then."

"No, not now."

"Drat the child! Well, wipe your face, then."

Angelina carried her parcel to the window, and then, after gazing at it
for a long time, at last opened it. Her eyes grew wider and wider, her
chubby fingers trembled. Nurse undid the wrappings of paper, slowly
folded up the sheets, then produced, all naked and unashamed, a large
rag doll.

"There! There's a pretty thing for you, Miss 'Lina."

She had her hand about the doll's head, and held her there, suspended.

"Give her me! Give her me!" Angelina rescued her, and, with eyes
flaming, the doll laid lengthways in her arms, tottered off to the other
corner of the room.

"Well, there's gratitude," said the nurse, "and never asking so much as
who it's from."

But nurse, aunts, all the troubles and disappointments of this world had