"Gladys isn't used to so much running around," said Ellen pleasantly to the other children. "I guess she's a pretty sleepy girl and will get into bed early."
So when Ellen had helped aunt Martha with the supper dishes, Gladys went upstairs with her, to go to bed.
She was half undressed when some one knocked softly, and Faith came into the room. The silver bowl stood on a table near the door, and the little girl paused to look at it and examine the wreath of roses around its edge. "I never saw one so handsome," she said. Then she came forward. "I thought perhaps you'd let me see you undress Vera," she added.
"She is undressed," answered Gladys shortly.
"Oh, yes!" Faith went up to the bed where the doll lay in its nightdress. "May I make her speak once?"
"No, I'm afraid you might hurt her," returned Gladys shortly, and Ellen gave her a reproachful look. Gladys didn't care! How could a girl expect to be so selfish as Faith, and then have everybody let her do just what she wanted to?
Faith drew back from the bed. "I wish you'd let me see you wish once on your bowl before I go away," she said.
"How silly," returned Gladys. "Do you suppose I believe in such things? You can wish on it yourself, if you like."
"Oh, that wouldn't be any use," returned Faith eagerly, "because it only works for the one it belongs to."
"Perhaps you wouldn't like to have me make a wish and get it," said Gladys, thinking of the baby prince's lovely polished tints and bewitching little tail.