Little Amelia...

She had the sweet knowing smile of a Russian Princess...
 A poise and quiet  that cut through all pretence,
and went directly to the heart.

It was slightly disconcerting...
but the honesty of her connection was reassuring.

In reality she was no more than a wooden doll,
but mysteriously her delightful qualities
were all part of the imagination
of her creator....
In a way she was able to bring to life
some of the beauty and delight that at times he felt so keenly.