“She belonged to Sophie’s mother when she was a little girl
and before that she belonged to Sophie’s grandmother.
The doll was so old-fashioned that
she seemed like a visitor from anther time.
When Sophie found her,
she was wearing a thin dress with a shredded hem.
Her cheeks were faded and had tiny crackles,
and her mouth was a dingy pink.
But Sophie loved her all the same,
and she named her Rose...
...Dolls don't grow up, or grow old.
They grow softer. And the more Sophie played with
Rose the softer she grew..."
This is a real gem of a story book with a wealth of illustrations!
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