I found myself telling her all about myself and about Diana, and how she loved beautiful things. She
listened, and said in that deep, sweet voice, "She shall have one beautiful thing, my dear." She went to a
cabinet and came to me with the loveliest doll I have ever seen. It made me gasp when I thought how Di
would love it. A little baby doll, and so life-like and exquisite. "Would she like that?" she asked. I said:
"But I could never afford such a treasure. I'm poor." And she laughed, and said: "But I am not poor. This
shall be yours when I have finished dressing it."
It was rude, but I could not help saying: "You must be very, very rich to have all these lovely things. I
wonder why you keep a doll store." And she laughed again and said, "Just to meet nice people like you,
my dear."
It was then I had the peculiar experience, with the mirror. It was round and I had looked and looked at it