"She looks like that picture of the cherub we have at home," decided Beth. "I wonder what her name is. I guess I'll call her 'Cherub' to myself. Cherub, you're very pretty, but you're too quiet to be much fun."
Most of the little girls had their dolls with them; all, in fact, excepting Beth and the "Cherub." The latter sat apart from the other children. She looked so very demure that Beth thought her bashful, and took pity on her. Seating herself beside her, she asked:
"Wouldn't your mamma let you bring your doll? My mamma thought I had better not bring mine so far."
The "Cherub" showed little interest in the conversation. She answered curtly:
"I haven't a doll."
Beth's eyes opened in surprise. "You haven't any doll? What a pity."
Then she hesitated. She feared the "Cherub" might be too poor to afford dolls. She was soon undeceived, however, by the "Cherub" exclaiming:
"I don't think it a pity. I don't care for dolls; they're a nuisance. I like to play outdoors."
"So do I."
The "Cherub" grew animated. "Do you? Say, can you climb trees and walk on stilts and——"