Then she went to the library hoping to find her Uncle Edward, but he was not there.
She wandered from room to room and could find nothing to amuse her.
She wanted to go back into the nursery, but she had told a lie when she said she had not put the dolls on the floor, and she was afraid to.
She felt lonesome and a few tears ran down her face.
At that moment Uncle Edward entered the room, and, seeing the doleful little face, took her in his arms, tossing her into the air.
As he did so, he knocked over a vase which fell to the floor, broken.
“Oh! see what you have done,” cried Polly.
“I don’t care. I shall say I didn’t do it,” replied Uncle Edward.
“Oh! But that would be a lie,” said Polly.
“Well, who put the dolls on the nursery floor?”