“Like a boy.”
“Is it a boy doll?”
“Yes.”
“I am glad of that. All my dolls are girls.”
“Well, this is a boy.”
“Did you pay a great deal for it, papa?”
Mr. Taylor laughed.
“I expect it will cost me a great deal before I get through with it; for I forgot to tell you one thing, Carrie—this doll I am speaking to you about, eats.”
“Does it eat dinner?”
“Yes.”