poke of it by that name.

Mary often wished she could wash Quesa's face, as her own was washed;
but she had tried it once, and found it would not answer, for the
colour came off its cheeks, and it looked more than ever as if it
needed a good rubbing with a sponge.

Sometimes, when passing the shop-windows, and seeing the new dolls so
temptingly displayed, Mary would ask if she might stop and look at
them, and would, perhaps, say, "I should like that doll." Mrs. Wilson
would gladly have purchased one of them for her, but she was obliged
to be economical, and could not gratify all her wishes. Mary had early
to learn many lessons of self-denial, and I must do her the justice to
say she was always satisfied with her mother's decision.

Mary would occasionally go to walk with her aunt Ann, who observed
with what delight she looked at the porcelain dolls, so bright and
fresh, and she thought she could not make her a more acceptable
present than one of them.

One day, when Mary was not with her, she bought a doll with rosy lips
and cheeks, blue eyes, and short curling hair, and dressed it in
clothes which could be taken off and put on easily, as all little
girls like to have them. It was indeed very pretty, and its face could
be washed without injury as often as Mary pleased to do it.

Mary knew nothing about the present she was to receive, till all this
was done; and then her aunt, going into the nursery, put it in her
arms as she was sitting in her low chair playing with Quesa. Mary
looked at the new doll, and then at her aunt, and then at the doll
again, as if to say, "What does all this mean?" Aunt Ann answered the
look by saying, "The doll is for you, Mary."

It was just what she had long wanted, and her heart was full of
happiness and gratitude. After holding it a moment, she laid it
carefully in her chair, and kneeling down, put her little hands
together and closing her eyes, said, "Bless God for this doll." Mary
had been taught that God was the giver of every good gift, and she
felt, that although aunt Ann gave her the doll, her heavenly Father
had put it into her heart to do so, and she wanted to thank him for
making her so happy.

Perhaps you think that God is too great a being to care about your
little wants, and that he does not put the thought into any body's
heart to buy dolls for children, as Mary Wilson did. Nothing which
concerns the happiness of the creatures he has made, is too small for
his attenti