"The longer I looked at her the more it seemed to me that she really
was looking at me, and _once_ I thought she smiled. I had a lovely new
knife that my cousin Jack had given me. I went close to the picture,
and more than ever it seemed as if she smiled at me, and I thought if
I had her out of the frame she'd be lovelier than any doll I own.
"It didn't take me more than ten minutes to whip out my little knife,
and cut her right out from the background, but say! After I'd cut her
out, she didn't look nearly as pretty as I had thought she would. Just
look at her!
"The paint looks real dauby when you get close up to her."
"Why, Gwen Harcourt!" cried Princess Polly; "you truly did cut her
from the picture!"
"Of course I did. Did you really s'pose I'd tell you I did if I didn't?"
"You might have been joking when you said it," said Polly.
"Well, I wasn't joking," Gwen replied, "and now I don't know where to
put this, now I have it."
"What did you mean to do, when you first thought of cutting the picture
out?" questioned Rose.
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