Her only doll had been a "rag baby," and Gip, the dog, had demolished that.
He caught up the ax in his 34 left hand and chopped away, Gip, gop!
I glanced at Gip, but Gip was looking at a magic rocking-horse.
Gip made no answer, but his grip tightened on my finger, and so we came into the shop.
I said, "How would you like your soldiers to come alive, Gip, and march about by ...