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 The Worsted Man Doll. Never again, dear. Think of some name you love the best Ethelinda. (Softly.) Your name, what ever it is, is the one I care most for. Is it Tom? Doll. Ah! Ah you dear deceiver, you! Some one must have told you! Yes Tom Tom Woolley home ly, but on your lips twill seem a poem. Ethelinda. And I did not need Doll. (Tapping her on the arm.) To steal my heart ? No, dear girl. It was already yours. [ETHELINDA removes heart from her wrap, and, after kissing it ar dently, hugs it close.) Ethelinda. (Running off.) Oh, I am so happy, Tom dear; but I must leave you for a while to read to mother. I ll be back, love, in a little while. Oo won t be too unhappy, will oo, while I m gone? 70