Some one lifted a little girl of three or four years up to the platform and the man held the open box before her.
"Everyone look at his number—we don't want to be kept waiting," he shouted.
Uncle Billy then gave each of the girls one of the tickets he had bought and kept the fourth one himself.
At a nod from the man, the little girl stretched out her hand and plunged it down into the box.
"Just take one of them out," directed the man and the little tot smilingly obeyed, holding up one of the pieces of cardboard.
"Number 97 wins the doll," called the man from the box, as his eyes swept the eager crowd.
For a moment there was not a sound, then,
"I have it," cried a hearty voice, so close to the girls that it made them jump, and Uncle Billy strode forward to show his number and receive the doll.
A roar of laughter went up from the crowd as he placed the doll on his shoulder and started to return to the girls.