until eleven, and then made ready for bed.
"Mollie is apt to be restless, and she still sleeps in a low crib so she can't fall out. The crib is in our
bedroom, in the corner beside one of the two windows. Between the two windows is my dressing table,
and our bed is set with its head against the wall opposite the windows. We both stopped and looked at
Mollie, as we always do…did. She was sound asleep with the doll clasped in one arm, its head on her
shoulder.
"John said: 'Lord, Mollie-that doll looks as alive as the baby! You wouldn't be surprised to see it get up
and walk. Whoever posed for it was some sweet kid.'
"And that was true. It had the sweetest, gentlest little face…and oh, Dr. Lowell…that's what helps make it
so dreadful…so utterly dreadful…"