I have given her a doll, a waxen doll with rosy cheeks. Its arms are attached by little pins, and even its little legs can bend.
When we are together she places it between us in the bed; it is our child. At eventide she rocks it and gives it the breast before putting it to sleep.
She has woven it three little tunics, and on the Aphrodisian days we give it little jewels, jewels and also flowers.
She is careful of its virtue, and will not let it out alone; especially in the sun, for the little doll would melt and drip away in drops of wax.