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large baby-liouse fitted up like a perfect palace, with every
room carpeted and furnished, and with a splendid doll sitting

on a balcony.
“ A Christmas gift to that blessed angel from the Raby
Veterans, mem." he said, as he set it down ; and then taking
from his bulging pocket a large red-cheeked doll in a green
frock, he placed it in the door of the house, saying, with great
pride : " An1 this from Griff O’Meara. Heaven bless her

swate so u l! ”
just then Nancy Pansy stirred and opened her eyes. Her
mother bent over her, and she smiled faintly. Mrs. Seddon
slipped down on her knees.

" Where’s my old doctor and my dolly?" she said > and
then, presently, " Where’s Harry and Tom Adams ? ”