“What is the matter with you?” asked the little girl impatiently.
She looked closely at the Marionette as she spoke.
Why, were those tears she saw, or was it only the light shining upon the little lady’s glass eyes? Glass eyes shine very easily, it is true. Still, supposing she were crying and wanted to be comforted? She would ask her.
“You are not crying, dear, are you?” said the little girl.
The little Marionette gave a great sigh.
“Perhaps,” she replied gently.
“What is it about?” asked the little girl with much sympathy.
Then all at once she understood.
“I believe,” she exclaimed, “you have been telling me a story about yourself! It all happened to you to-day, while I was away, didn’t it?”