pinned her down and at last had the thought which had actuated her conduct living in your hand, whish! it had gone away, and you had no clue!
As Alice was an unusually reasonable mother she always tried to catch Sara's thoughts, believing as she did that they had some relation to Sara's acts.
"If you could only find out what Sara was thinking about, you could find out why she acted as she did," was the way Alice reasoned.
There were so many things that Sara did that were impenetrable, to the adult mind. Take the bedtime things, for instance, Sara always had made a fuss about bedtime things. She had always insisted upon putting her dolls to bed. When there were only three or four dolls this was all very well, but Sara had begun putting Teddy Bears to bed also.
So far, so good. Then came the day of Kewpies. Everybody who came to see Sara brought her a Kewpie. They brought rubber ones, they brought little ones, they brought large, expensive ones, and all these Sara immediately dressed by cutting a hole in any piece of cloth she could find for the head to poke through, and sewing up the two sides.
When her mother pointed out they were meant to be without clothes, Sara's attitude toward Alice was that of an Anglo-Saxon woman toward a South Italian. It was all very well for an ignorant, South Italian child to go around with one short and inadequate shirt over its little stomach, but as for her children
Clothes for Kewpies were bad enough, but when it came to providing them all with bed and bedding, Alice felt it was too much. Again, however, Sara proved too much for her mother. Her disapproving attitude seemed to say, "Do you think that Kewpies, because they have wings, roost upon trees?"
