"Just before I came over here I went into the room upstairs that mamma calls the 'Picture Gallery,' and I looked around for a while just to see which I liked the best.
"It seemed to me that the one that was on the first line, was looking right at me, and I almost thought the pink feathers on her hat bobbed just a little.
"The longer I looked at her the more it seemed to me that she really was looking at me, and once I thought she smiled. I had a lovely new knife that my cousin Jack had given me. I went close to the picture, and more than ever it seemed as if she smiled at me, and I thought if I had her out of the frame she'd be lovelier than any doll I own.
"It didn't take me more than ten minutes to whip out my little knife, and cut her right out from the background, but say! After I'd cut her out, she didn't look nearly as pretty as I had thought she would. Just look at her!
"The paint looks real dauby when you get close up to her."
"Why, Gwen Harcourt!" cried Princess Polly; "you truly did cut her from the picture!"
"Of course I did. Did you really s'pose I'd tell you I did if I didn't?"
"You might have been joking when you said it," said Polly.
"Well, I wasn't joking," Gwen replied, "and now I don't know where to put this, now I have it."
"What did you mean to do, when you first thought of cutting the picture out?" questioned Rose.