“Didn’t you give the doll to Millicent, Anne?” she asked.
Millicent looked as if she wondered why Anne had said “Oh!” and Rose looked at her wonderingly. She could not understand why Anne should not want Millicent to have the doll, and Rose began to think that Anne was indeed selfish and ungrateful, and Anne knew what her friend was thinking, and tried hard not to cry.
“You let me have it, Anne, didn’t you?” Millicent said confidently, and Anne, feeling as if she was parting from her dearest friend, managed to say: “Yes.”
Mrs. Freeman’s face brightened. “What is the doll’s name?” she asked.
“I called her ‘Martha Stoddard,’” Anne replied.
“I’ve named her over,” said Millicent. “I’ve named her ‘Anne Rose,’ and I like her best of all my dolls.”
“Have you thanked Anne for giving you her doll?” asked Mrs. Freeman.
“I’m going to give her one of mine back,” declared Millicent. “I’m going to give her Miss Fillosee Follosee.”
Anne wanted to cry out that she didn’t want any other doll, that she wanted her own dear “Martha Stoddard,” but she kept silent.