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The future of Seattle’s Wing Luke Museum of the Asian Pacific American Experience now depends not just on people, but on a couple of round red doll heads, each about the size of a basketball.

They were sitting upon two of the little red doll chairs where Marcella had placed them and where they could see the other dolls.

Now, that night Marcella did not undress the two new dolls, for she had no nighties for them, so she let them sit up in the two little red doll chairs so they would not muss their clothes.

The fly stopped before a delightfully gay little red doll's house—so Malling thought of it—standing in a garden surrounded by a wooden fence, with the downs undulating about it.

So, the next morning, Mr. Harding went away in the hired motor, and Malling found himself alone in the red doll's house.