"I never saw one."
"That's not sayin' there ain't any. Some old person might know where one could be had."
"Oh, do you really think so?"
"Might. Can't say for sure, but somebody might happen to know."
"But Aunt Hester didn't know. Do you mean some one as old as she is?"
"Yes, or older."
"How old do you suppose she is?"
"About forty-four, I guess. Ye know on the headstone over the twin sister's grave it says: 'Born February 10, 1860, died March 21, 1868.' Now ye know they were twins, and if she was born in 1860, that's forty-four years ago."
"Oh, how smart you are about figures, Billy. I never could have thought of that. Forty-four is quite old, of course."
The two trudged along without saying anything for some minutes. Each one was busily thinking. Billy had a scheme he was pondering over, and Ruth was supposing. She did a great deal of supposing, "what if-ing" she and Lucia called it. What if some one knew where a doll like Henrietta could be bought, and what if some day as she was going to the store she should look down and find a silver dollar, a doll couldn't cost more than a dollar.