"Oh, I'm so glad he got it," and Jerry jumped up and down in her excitement.
"So am I," agreed Beth, "I'm so happy. But what will he do with it?"
The crowd disappeared, and after Uncle Billy had joined the girls they found a seat where all could take their time to examine the beautiful new doll.
"What will we name her?" inquired Mary, patting the doll's golden curls.
"Aren't her eyes beautiful? They're blue like your's, Mary," remarked Jerry.
Uncle Billy, who had said nothing up to this time, now drew a letter from his pocket from which he tore three little strips of paper.
"I'm going to chance her all over again," he declared. "Each of you take a slip. The shortest wins the doll."
"Not I," objected Jerry, "because I've had a balloon ride and I loved it more than anything else. Let Beth and Mary choose."
"Oh, that wouldn't be fair," protested Mary.
"Yes, it is," agreed Uncle Billy. "I understand. Jerry doesn't want to be selfish."