"Who is your father?" asked Ruth.
"And who is Auntie Amma?" inquired Alice.
"Why, don't you know? They live with me at the Palace. And my doll. Why don't you bring my doll?"
"She is delirious again," whispered the nurse. "You had better go. Evidently, she thinks she is a child again. Her doll!"
"I want my doll! Why don't you bring me my doll?" persisted the stricken girl.
"What doll do you want?" asked Alice.
"My own doll," was the reply. "My dear doll that I always have in bed with me when I am ill; my doll Estelle Brown!"
"Estelle Brown!" cried Ruth, in sudden excitement. "Is that the name of your doll?"
"Yes! Yes! Bring her to me, please!"
"Who gave you that doll?" asked Ruth, and she waited anxiously for the answer.