"I wish we had doll houses here like we have at home," said Mary Jane. "I know Frances would like to play with doll houses."
"But you haven't any here," said Frances practically.
"Maybe we can get some," said Alice thoughtfully; "we ought to be able to find something to make a doll house out of. Let's hunt."
"Where'll we hunt?" asked Mary Jane.
"Let me see," said Alice. She looked around the yard but saw nothing that interested her. She looked across the road to Grandmother's lot and saw all the grasses and brush that flourished there.
"We ought to be able to find something over there," she said; "let's hunt."
So the three little girls scrambled over the fence and roamed through the lot. The lamb was used to a good deal of petting and he supposed, of course, that was what they had come for. So he poked himself into their way at every step.
"No, sir," said Alice, laughing; "we didn't come to play with you to-day! You run along, sir!" She rubbed her hand over his back to push him away and something rough and pricky scratched her. She pulled at his wool and a small brown burr came off in her hand.
"Look! Girls!" she cried suddenly. "If he got this, there must be more in the lot!"
"Of course!" said Frances, looking scornfully at the burr Alice held up for her to see; "there's a million over there—see? They're an awful nuisance, burrs are, even this early in the season."