When he came down below, the doll in the grass was sitting in a chair dressed very finely and looking still more beautiful.

The doll, not content to be without her maker, sits by his grave for all eternity.

When the doll sat down to dinner, it was the dynast's dining hour.

On the chair sat a large doll that had been given to Maria on her fifth birthday.

The doll sat silent guard, right where she could see him should a nightmare wake her in the night.

A scarecrow-type doll made of old clothes sat in a chair doing "vigilance."

The same doll still sat on the fieldstone steps where he had picked it up.

Let's see if the doll can sit in it.

The next morning a new doll sat beneath, bathed in an eerie red and orange glow.

A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed.