No extravagances there.
The minister's wife had taken pity on the little girl who was forced to be so grown up.
A parcel had been dropped off on Christmas eve.
Mildred touched the dolls nose with a worn finger of her own, then brushing the frizzy hair from the dolls eyes as any mother would for her beloved child.
The smile left and Mildred's face took on a serious look.
"I named you Miranda 'cause it was sort of like my name, only glamorous! Did you know that dollie?"
Spoken more like an announcement than a secret.
A little more gently this time.