Tommy , will you bring me up here every day just to look at her ? '' '' ` Course , '' said Tommy . Bessie talked about the blue-silk doll all the way home and dreamed of her every night . `` I 'm going to call her Roselle Geraldine , '' she said . After that she went up to see Roselle Geraldine every day , gazing at her for long moments in silent rapture . Tommy almost grew jealous of her ; he thought Bessie liked the doll better than she did him . `` But it do n't matter a bit if she does , '' he thought loyally , crushing down the jealousy . `` If she likes to like it better than me , it 's all right . '' Sometimes , though , Tommy felt uneasy . It was plain to be seen that Bessie had set her heart on that doll . And what would she do when the doll was sold , as would probably happen soon ? Tommy thought Bessie would feel awful sad , and he would be responsible for it . What Tommy feared came to pass . One afternoon , when they went up to Mr. Blacklock 's store , the doll was not in the window . `` Oh , '' cried Bessie , bursting into tears , `` she 's gone -- Roselle Geraldine is gone . '' `` Perhaps she is n't sold , '' said Tommy comfortingly . `` Maybe they only took her out of the window 'cause the blue silk would fade . I 'll go in and ask . '' A minute later Tommy came out looking sober . `` Yes , she 's sold , Bessie , '' he said .
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