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The Worsted Man Doll. (Amazed.) And their owners? B ell-Boy. Oh, we nebber could tell who dey belonged to. Wouldn t even pay foh to advertise em, suh. Owners wouldn t have de noyve to come an ast for em, suh. So I jes put em away in a big pasteboard box wid a han ful o camphor-balls to keep de moths out, an lef em in my quarters all winter long. Like to buy one, suh? I ll let em go cheap dollah apiece, suh. Doll. (Dancing with joy.) Ten of them did you say, boy ? Bell-Boy. Yassir one ob em s a lit tle frayed roun de edges, an two ob em s a bit cracked, suh, but in general dey s a pretty fair lot o hearts, suh. Doll. Bring them here. Bell-Boy. Very good, suh. [Exit. Doll. Ten hearts! Ten hearts! I seem to have struck a heart-mine in that chocolate - faced menial. Let me see, that will be one for each Babette, 49