“Yes, but he isn’t a doll.”
“Isn’t he better than a doll? A doll couldn’t play with you; Julius can.”
“Is your name Julius?” asked the little girl, looking up to our hero.
“Yes.”
“What’s your other name?”
“Taylor,” answered Julius, with a glance at her father.
“Why, that’s our name.”
“Then he must be of our family,” said her father. “Do you want him to stay, and live with us? He can play with you, and tell you stories, and you can have plenty of good times together.”
“Yes, I should like to have him stay. Will you, Julius?”
“Yes, if you want me to,” answered our hero; and{95} he felt strongly attracted to the sweet little girl, who had mistaken him for a doll.