"Well," insisted Beth, "I have the best of all, so I'm not going to draw."
"What do you mean?" asked Mary.
"Why, can't you guess, my Uncle Billy," laughed Beth. "He's only make believe yours, but he's really mine."
Uncle Billy put his arm about her and kissed her happy face.
"That's right, too," he said. "Little Beth has me."
"Oh, Mary, don't you refuse, too," pleaded Jerry, her eyes shining, "or the poor dear won't have any home."
Mary held out her arms to take the doll which Uncle Billy handed to her.
"I'll love you always," she whispered, "and Annabel will love you too."
"Well, what is her name to be?" asked Uncle Billy, as Mary with her new-found daughter stood before them.
"I think," answered Mary, with a smile, holding the doll very close in her arms, "I shall call her 'Elizabeth Geraldine,' for her two aunts."