Now this is a cute one. I hope she’s here tonight. But she wrote, she said, “I’m a grandmother and last fall I made arrangements to go to the South Pacific and to the Orient. So I said to my little granddaughter, two years old, ‘What would you like Nanny to send you?’ Well, she discussed it with her mother and together they came up with this request, a kangaroo, but a stuffed kangaroo. I said, ‘Alright, a stuffed kangaroo.’ So when I got to Australia I looked at all the toys and I didn’t like the kangaroos, so I sent her a little polar bear. I wrote the mother what I had done. So when the mother read the letter to the little child, only two years old, she said, ‘I don’t want a bear! I want a kangaroo!’ In the meanwhile she had been talking all the time about her little kangaroo. She told her mother, her friends, anyone who would listen to her only about the kangaroo. So when this lady came back, she heard anew that her granddaughter was greatly disappointed in this little bear, in fact, wouldn’t want it, really. But the bear hadn’t yet arrived. Two weeks later the bear came and the little girl didn’t want it. She would have not a thing to do with it. And forty-eight hours later, a package addressed to this little girl arrived, it was a stuffed kangaroo. And the little girl said, “I knew that Nanny bought me a kangaroo.” The grandmother said to me in her letter, “I never did, I never bought a kangaroo for her. I only bought and paid for one thing and that was the little bear. Now while I was gone, she in her Imagination only accepted the kangaroo.”787 ¶15