Little Joyce sighed so deeply over this thought that Uncle Roderick smiled at her . Uncle Roderick did smile at her sometimes . `` What is the matter , Little Joyce ? '' he asked . `` I was thinking about my black doll , '' said Little Joyce timidly . `` Ah , your black doll . If Madame Laurin were to see it , she 'd likely want it . She makes a hobby of collecting dolls all over the world , but I doubt if she has in her collection a doll that served to amuse a little girl four thousand years ago in the court of the Pharaohs . '' `` I think Joyce 's black doll is very ugly , '' said Chrissie . `` My wax doll with the yellow hair is ever so much prettier . '' `` My black doll is n't ugly , '' cried Little Joyce indignantly . She could endure to be called ugly herself , but she could not bear to have her darling black doll called ugly . In her excitement she upset her cup of tea over the tablecloth . Aunt Isabella looked angry , and Grandmother Marshall said sharply : `` Joyce , leave the table . You grow more awkward and careless every day . '' Little Joyce , on the verge of tears , crept away and went up the kitchen stairs to Denise to be comforted . But Denise herself had been crying . She lay on her little bed by the low window , where the glow of the sunset was coming in ; her hollow cheeks were scarlet with fever . `` Oh ! I want so much to hear Madame Laurin sing , '' she sobbed .
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