"I see, you little ducky, of course her head had come off, and she couldn't cry till it was put on, was that it? Don't dance, but say yes or no." This referred to a seated triumphal dance the chronicler indulged in at having put so much safely on record. Having subsided, she decided on _zass_ as the proper thing to say, but it took time. Then she added suddenly: "But I _told_ ze fisses." Sally took a good long draught, and said: "Of course you did, darling. You shan't be done out of that!" But an addendum or appendix was forthcoming. "My mummar says I must tate dolly to be socked for a penny where the man is wiv buttons--and the man let Totey look froo his pyglass, and see all ve long sips, sits miles long--and I shall see when I'm a glowed-up little girl, like Totey." "Coastguard's telescope, evidently," says Sally. "The man up at the flagstaff. Six miles long is how far off they were, not the length of the ships at all." "I saw that. But what on earth were the socks? Does his wife sell doll's clothes?" "We must try to find that out." And Sally sets herself to the task. But it's none so easy. Some mystery shrouds the approach to this passage in dolly's future life. It is connected with "kymin up," and "tandin' on a tep," and when it began it went wizzy, wizzy, wizz, and e-e-e-e, and never stopped. But Gwendolen had not been alarmed whatever it was, because her "puppar" was there. But it was exhausting to the intellect to tell of, for the description ended with a musical, if vacuous, laugh, and a plunge into Sally's bosom, where the narrator remained chuckling, but quite welcome. "So Gwenny wasn't pitened! What a courageous little poppet! I wonder what on earth it was, Sally." Thus Tishy, at a loss. But Sally is sharper, for in a moment the solution dawns upon her. "What a couple of fools we are, Tishy dear! It wasn't _socks_--it was _shocks_. It was the galvanic battery at the end of the pier. A penny a time, and you mustn't have it on full up, or you howl. Why on earth didn't we think of that before?" But Nurse Jane comes in on the top of the laughter that follows, which Miss Gwendolen is joining in, rather claiming it as a triumph for her own dramatic power. She demurs to removal, but goes in the end on condition that all present shall come and see dolly galvanised at an early date. Jane agrees to replace dolly's vitals and sew her up to qualify her for this experience. And so they depart. "What a dear little mite!" says Mrs. Julius; and then they let the mite lapse, and go back to the previous question. "No, Sally dear, mamma will be mamma to the end of the time. But I didn't tell you all papa said, did I?" "How on earth can _I_ tell, Tishy dear? You had got to 'any dutiful daughter would,' etcetera. Cut along! Comes of being in love, I suppose." This last is a reflection on the low state of Tishy's reasoning powers.