The Arizona sentinel., 1888-09-15
LITTLE MARJORIE.

Dolls and Her Sense of Arotfier's Need.
 "Why; what is the matter with my little Marjorie?' said Aunt Sophie fr surprise, as she entered the sitting room one bright spring afternoon.
 Marjorie was sitting on the floor 1T the corner, with very unhappy face. Before her, ranged in row, were he: six dolls. the treasures of her heart, at whom she was gazing SO mournfully it really seemed as if her dejectiou had communicated itself to them, and their Very attitudes expressed misery,
 "Why, it isn't a funeral, is it?" went on Aunt Sophie, coming up to the group in haste.
 ''Most as bad" answered Marjorie, lifting fearful brown eyes. I'm try ing to think which one to give away. "
 ITO give away! Why l thought you loved your dollies far too well to think of such a thingI" cried Auntie.
 ''So do. That's just what makes me feel so bad" answered the quiver- ing lips. Nobody loves them the way l dol"
 ''Well, tell me all about it, grille, :" and Aunt Sophie sat down on the floor and put her arms around MaiOrie. s'Why must you give away any of them?"
 "Well, you know Hitty, don't youP', said Marjorie, nestling close to Auntie. and finding it great relief to conide her troubles, like all the rest of us.
 That little Irish girl round the corner? the one with the queer eyes yes.n
 ''She's broke her leg," went on the child, with d great sigh. An she'll have to lie in bed long time. An she hasn't any dollies, Auutie; not q one, even. All little girls need dol- lies, you know, specially when they're sick. What could I do without Ethel when I had the measles, don't you knows
 "Of course 1 do. She was a real comfort, wasn't she?" and Aunt Sophie regarded Ethel (who had seen her best days and was now rather dilapi- dated) with kindly amusement.
 "So then," Marjorie went on, '1 thought I ought to give her one of mine. 'Tisn't right for me to have six and her not have any, Auntie-"
 "No," assented Auntie. 'And thenP"
 "Then I got 'em out, and To, Auntiel I don't want to give away any of them! They're my own little chil- dren. How eau 1 give them to some body else? Look at Ethel now" pick ing up the eldest of the flock and hold ing her tenderly. ''She was the first one, an she was so pretty once. An she's lost the end of her nose, an her cheeks are all washed off. and her hairs getting thin, an one arms loose. Nobody but me would love her now. l can't let her go."
 An then there's the twins. You gave me those, an there named for you an mamma. 1 couldn't separate them-they've always been together, an 'twould break their hearts-I most know it would. And they're so cum ming. Auntie. You couldn't give the twins away, could you, now?" entreat- ingly.
 And here's Josephine. She's such an invalid, it wouldn't ever be right to send her away-she's lost her leg, you know, where Beppo chewed it up specially to little girl that's broke hers. And Hitty couldn't take care of her as I can. She needs lots of care, poor thing! I take her out every day; and I can't let her go.
 And Ned-he's my only boy"- looking at him lovingly. 'I couldn't spare Ned"
 "WeT, how about Seraphina?" said Aunt Sophie, quietly.
 Seraphina was the latest arrival among the dolls, very charming young creature indeed, golden-haired and brown-eyed, with cheeks like blush rose. She was exquisitely dressed, from the dainty bonnet to the pretty bronze boots, with wonderful wardrobe in reserve. Aunt Sophie knew she was the pride of Marjorie's heart, and wondered what the child would say.
 "Seraphina," repeated Marjorie, slowly. Well, perhaps, Seraphina ought to be the one to go. She's we'll and strong, and she's so pretty, know 'twould most stop Hitty's leg from aching just to look at her. Ard she hasn't lived here so long; so, per haps, she wouldn't miss me so much but should miss her." poor Marjorie broke of suddenly, "Auut Sophie, ]