George was describing his new secretary enthusiastically to the family at dinner: "She's efficient, personable, clever, punctual, and darned attractive, to boot. In short, she's a real doll!" "A doll?" said his wife. "A doll!" re-emphasized George. At which point, their five-year-old daughter, who knew about dolls, looked up from her broccoli to ask: "And does she close her eyes when you lay her down, Daddy?"