It is very bitter , you know , to be dying and want something very much and not be able to get it . '' `` Do you think Madame Laurin will go ? '' asked the lady . `` I do n't know . I am going to offer her my little black doll . If she will not come for that , there is nothing else I can do . '' A flash of interest lighted up the lady 's brown eyes . She bent forward . `` Is it your doll you have in that box ? Will you let me see it ? '' Little Joyce nodded . Mutely she opened the box and took out the black doll . The lady gave an exclamation of amazed delight and almost snatched it from Little Joyce . It was a very peculiar little doll indeed , carved out of some black polished wood . `` Child , where in the world did you get this ? '' she cried . `` Father got it out of a grave in Egypt , '' said Little Joyce . `` It was buried with the mummy of a little girl who lived four thousand years ago , Uncle Roderick says . She must have loved her doll very much to have had it buried with her , must n't she ? But she could not have loved it any more than I do . ''
`` And yet you are going XXXXX give it away ? ''
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