Golliwog.

"Would you like to travel a bit, pet?" And the man smiled, though his
heart was heavy at the thought of the blank which his Golliwog's
departure would leave in the home and the daily round.

"Travel! Travel! Oh! darling--to Egypt?

"Why Egypt? Why not France or--or Italy?"

"Because I've _got_ to go to Egypt sometime or another, Dads. I've got
to see the desert and the mosques and the whites and blues and oranges
and camels. It's _in_ me _here_," and she thumped her nightgown above
her heart. "I shall never be happy until I have seen them all. Oh!
Dads, I wonder if you can understand; it--it sounds so--so silly------"

"Tell me," and the man moved over to the head of the bed and took his
daughter gently in his arms.

"I'm so out of the picture, somehow, here, dearest," said the child,
striving as best she could to describe what was really only the passing
of the border-line between girl and womanhood. "This terrible
colouring of mine, for one thing. Why, amongst other girls, I am like
a Raemaeker stuffed into a Heath Robinson folio, like a palette daubed
with oils hung amongst a lot of water-colours. I want to find my own
nail and hang for one hour by myself, if it's on a barn-door or the
wall of a mosque--as long as I am by myself."

"Good Lord!" said the man inwardly, as he patted his daughter's arm;
then, aloud. "As it happens, Golliwog darling, I had a letter from