"But I could play it nicer if I had been to school just a little while," said Dollie, "'cause then I'd know just how."
The rustic bridge upon which Polly and Lena had stood spanned the brook that ran through the grove.
The grove was a wee bit of woodland so near to dwellings that it was quite safe for children to play there.
Dollie Burton was so very small, however, that she had always played in the lovely grounds that surrounded her home.
Whenever she had ventured farther, she had been with Blanche, but to-day she had left the garden, and for the first time in her little life she had run away!
It was something that Harry Grafton had said that had caused her to do it.
"Why, Dollie, you'd feel lost if you went to school," he had said, "'cause you've always played in your yard."
He had not meant it unkindly, but he had offended little Dollie.
"I WOULDN'T feel lost outside of our garden any more than you would,
Harry Grafton, so now!" she had cried.
"Don't you mind, Dollie," the boy had answered, but Dollie DID mind very much.