llow with the years. They had very full skirts, and
waists that opened in front, and there was an apron with a wonderful
bib, and a little split sun-bonnet, probably for every-day wear, also
another bonnet which must have been for occasions, for its material was
silk and it was one of those grand, flaring coal-scuttle affairs such as
fashionable dolls wore a very long time ago.

The doll was not there. Long since she had gone the way of all dolls;
but the Pride and the Hope decked their own dolls in the little old
wardrobe, and thought it all delightful and amusing, while we watched
them with long thoughts, trying to picture the little girl who had one
day put her treasures away to become a young lady, and in time a wife,
and a mother, and a grandmother, and was now resting on the sunny slope
where the road turns, beyond the hill. Later generations of little girls
appeared to have added nothing to the hair trunk. Doubtless they had
dolls, with dresses and styles of their own, and trunks of a newer
pattern, and had scorned these as being a little out of date. Even the
Pride and the Hope would not have permitted their dolls to appear in
those gowns in public, I think--at any rate, not in the best
society--though carefully preserving them with a view perhaps to
fancy-dress occasions.

The Joy was not deeply impressed with the hair trunk. Neither its art
nor its sentimental value appealed to her. She had passed something more
than two years in our society, and during most of this period had
imagined herself a horse. A fairly level green place, where she could
race up and down and whinny and snort and roll was about all she
demanded of life; though she had a doll--a sort of a horse's doll--which
at the end of a halter went bounding after her during long afternoons of
violence.

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For the Joy we brought down from the attic a little two-wheeled green
doll-buggy, with a phaeton top and a tongue, and this at once became her
chief treasure. She hitched herself to it, flung in her doll, and went
racing up and down, checked up or running free, until her round, fat
face seemed ready to burst, and it became necessary to explain to her
that she had arrived at wherever she was going and must stand hitched in
the shade till she cooled off. It was a drowsy occupation that summer
afternoon. She was presently sitting down--as much as a horse can sit
down--and just a little later was stretched among the long grass and
clo