Drawn by Genjiro Yeto
“So you like the Oriental woman?”
25th—I bought two dolls.
One for Schuyler’s baby, as my Christmas gift.
I slept with the other last night. I squeezed my ear to the dolly, fancying I might hear a few scratches of human voice. I kissed it. I laughed, saying that the doll was the thing for my starting to learn how to kiss.
“Sleep till mamma comes back, darling!” I said in the morning when I stepped down for my breakfast.
I left the table before I had half-finished, on account of my anxiety lest the upstairs girl might tattle of my childishness, if she found the doll in my bed.
Thank Heavens!
The girl hadn’t come around yet.
I locked it up in my trunk.