"Oh, I thought I'd keep her in the dolls' house, but she looks bigger
in my hand than she did in the frame. I don't believe she'd go into
the doll's house, and I don't b'lieve I want her to, for really I don't
care for her. Do either of you want her?"
She extended her arm, holding the picture at arm's length, while she
looked from one to the other.
"We don't want her," said Polly, "and oh, _this_ time, Gwen, your mamma
will surely be angry!"
"Pooh! See 'f she is. I guess I'll run home and see what she says,"
chirped Gwen, and gaily humming, she ran down the walk, and hurried
home.
* * * * * * * *
Mrs. Harcourt had been entertaining guests for a few days, and it
happened that soon after Gwen had left the house, the mischief had
been discovered.
"Oh, can it be possible that there have been thieves prowling about
the house in the night?" cried Mrs. Harcourt. "It really makes me feel
quite ill to think of it."
At that moment, Gwen came flying into the house, and up the stairway.
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