When she had laid her doll carefully down and stroked it gently, just as a real mother might do with her sleeping babe, the child tiptoed about the room, casting many an anxious glance toward the crib, as though fearful lest she awaken the inanimate bundle reposing there--it was so natural that Owen could not smile, even while he was feeling a sudden yearning to know this charming little relative at closer quarters.
