by Bigna A. Francis-Von Wyttenbach (Author)

Nanette was quietly playing with her doll, Rosemarie, in the large, elegant living room. She was braiding her doll's long, wavy blond hair, busily dressing and undressing her and then gently putting her in her little bed. They were both smiling. But Rosemarie had a perpetually toothless smile because Nanette's brother, Arthur, in one of his "I am a man" moods had pushed a pencil in the dolly's mouth and both white little teeth had fallen in side her mouth.