When Saturday night came they were laid in their usual place on Midge 's arm . She was too weak to kiss them now , and nurse laid their battered cheeks against the lips that whispered faintly , `` Be sure you send 'em to the little girl , and tell her -- tell her -- all about it . '' Then she turned her cheek to the pillow with a little sigh and lay so still the dolls thought she had gone to sleep . She had , but the sweet eyes did not open in the morning , and there was no breath in the little breast to rock the dolls any more . `` I knew she was an angel , and now she has flown away , '' said Dora softly , as they watched the white image carried out in the weeping nurse 's arms , with the early sunshine turning all the pretty hair to gold . `` I think that is what they call dying , sister . It is a much lovelier way to end than as we do in the dust bin or rag-bag . I wonder if there is a little Heaven anywhere for good dolls ? '' answered Flora , with what looked like a tear on her cheek ; but it was only a drop from the violets sent by the kind Doctor last night . `` I hope so , for I think the souls of little children might miss us if they loved us as dear Midge did , '' whispered Dora , trying to kiss the blue flower in her hand , for the child had shared her last gift with these friends . `` Why did n't you let her take them along , poor motherless baby ? '' asked the doctor when he saw the dolls lying as she had left them . `` I promised her they should go to the girl they were sent to , and please , I 'd like to keep my word to the little darling , '' answered Nurse with a sob . `` You shall , '' said the Doctor , and put them in his breast pocket with the faded violets , for everybody loved the pauper child sent to die in a hospital , because Christian charity makes every man and woman father and mother to these little ones . All day the dolls went about in the busy Doctor 's pocket , and I think the violets did them good , for the soft perfume clung to them long afterward like the memory of a lovely life , as short and sweet as that of the flowers . In the evening they were folded up in a fresh paper and re-directed carefully . The Doctor wrote a little note telling why he had kept them , and was just about to put on some stamps when a friend came in who was going to Boston in the morning . `` Anything to take along , Fred ? '' asked the newcomer . `` This parcel , if you will .
I have a feeling that I 'd rather not have it knock about in a mail-bag , '' and the XXXXX told him why .
Boston Doctor Dora Flora Fred Midge Nurse day left night