In the morning, I went privily to Caleb and asked what he had done, fearing that whatever he had put into her hand might be an unChristian thing. He told me that it was a scrap of parchment on which he had made a fair copy of the scripture of our Lord, Suffer the little children . . . He had tied it up with his own wampum-beaded thong of deer hide, around the peg doll that Makepeace had fashioned for her and that had been her chief plaything in her last month among the living.
