Who told the little girl to hold the doll like this? Some things happen almost as natural as breathing. Look, the gesture of hand embracing, animating porcelain and stuffing into stuff of life itself. My wife had a doll when she was a girl…a “Toni” doll, she called it. Several years after we were married, just before Christmas, I found one just like the one she had described. Later, when she opened the bright wrappings around it, she gasped and just stared for a moment and then broke into tears. You would think that a long-lost child had been returned from the wilderness by the way she cried.