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The Lonesomest Doll
and make them go. But she thought of what she had come to do, and remembered the lonesomeness of the lonesomest doll.
So she turned away to a tiny little door on the left,—a tiny little door that one would never find unless she knew just where to look, it seemed so like a panel in the wall. One, two, three, four, five,—yes, it was in the fifth panel, for there was the tiny keyhole to show that it was a door.
