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came that “Johnny Deans” strictly classi- cal profile looked out from untler a girl’s fashionable straw sailor hat, to the utter obliteration of his prominent intellectual faculties; the Amplach twins wore bonnets on their ninepin heads, and even an attempt was made to fit a flaxen scalp on the iron- headed Misery. But her dolls were always a creation of her own—her affection for them increasing with the demand upon her imagination. This may seem somewhat inconsistent with her habit of occasionally abandoning them in the woods or i11 the ditches. But she had an unbounded confi-

dence in the kindly maternity of Nature, and trusted her children to the breast of the Great Mother as freely as she did herself in her own motherlessness. And this con- fidence was rarely betrayed. Rats, mice, snails, Wild cats, panther and bear never touched her lost waifs. Even the elements were kindly; an Amplach twin buried un- der a snowdrift in high altitudes reappeared smilingly in the spring in all its wooden and painted integrity. We were all Pantheists then and believed this implicitly. It was only when exposed to the milder forces of civilization that Mary had anything to fear.