“Oh, you poor dear little dolly!” she cried; “what has happened to you?”
“I have hurt myself,” was the answer. “I tripped up over this Puzzle.”
“I am sorry. Are you very badly hurt?” asked her little friend with pity.
“Never mind me. I promised to tell you one more story, and I shall do so,” answered the little Marionette.
She spoke very sadly, and the little girl picked her up and kissed her.
“Would you not like to put off telling me a story to-day?” she asked.
“No. I should like to do so,” the Marionette answered, “for it is our last meeting. Put me back on the counter and I will tell it to you.”
“Shall I put you back where I found you?”
“No, take me back to our old place. I am tired of this Puzzle.”
So the little girl took her to the Noah’s Ark, and placed her with her back to it.