Carl was describing his new secretary cheerfully 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, with a frown.
"A doll!" re-emphasized her oblivious husband.
At which point, their five-year-old daughter, who knew a little something about dolls, looked up from her plate to ask "Does she close her eyes when you lay her down, Daddy?"