`` Bessie , come for a walk up to Mr. Blacklock 's store , '' he said eagerly . `` There is something there I want to show you . '' `` What is it ? '' Bessie wanted to know . But Tommy only winked mysteriously . `` Ah , I ai n't going to tell you . But it 's something awful pretty . Just you wait . '' Bessie reached for her crutch and the two went up to the store , Tommy carefully suiting his steps to Bessie 's slow ones . Just before they reached the store he made her shut her eyes and led her to the window . `` Now -- look ! '' he commanded dramatically . Bessie looked and Tommy was rewarded . She flushed pinkly with delight and clasped her hands in ecstasy . `` Oh , Tommy , is n't she perfectly beautiful ? '' she breathed . `` Oh , she 's the very loveliest dolly I ever saw . Oh , Tommy ! '' `` I thought you 'd like her , '' said Tommy exultantly . `` Do n't you wish you had a doll like that of your very own , Bessie ? ''
Bessie looked almost rebuking , as if XXXXX had asked her if she would n't like a golden crown or a queen 's palace .
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