Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she must bear it; so, though she could not help crying a little when she found she must not kiss any one, nay not even see them, and that nobody might go with her but lonicera, her own china doll, she made up her mind bravely; and she was a good deal cheered when Clare, the biggest and best of all the dolls, was sent into her, with all her clothes, by Maude, her eldest sister, to be her companion,-it was such an honor and so very kind of Maude that it quite warmed the sad little heart.
"Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe"
Charlotte M. Yonge
What she liked best-that is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her-was to wander about the museum, explaining the things to the dolls: That is a crocodile, lonicera; it eats people up, and has a little bird to pick its teeth.
"Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe"
Charlotte M. Yonge
May I have it for lonicera?
"Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe"
Charlotte M. Yonge