“Oh!” gasped Tess.
“I’ll take a third of them. They can be easily divided. I choose this one to begin with,” said Lillie, diving for the Alice-doll.
With a shriek of alarm, Dot rescued this—her choicest possession—and stood on the defensive, the Alice-doll clasped close to her breast.
“No! you can’t have that,” said Tess, decidedly.
“Why not?” demanded Lillie.
“Why—it’s the doll Dot loves the best.”
“Well,” said Lillie, calmly, “I suppose if I chose one of yours, you’d holler, too. I never did see such selfish girls. Huh! if I can’t have the dolls I want, I won’t choose any. I don’t want to play with the old things, anyway!” and she made a most dreadful face at the Kenway sisters.
“Oh-oh!” whispered Dot. “I don’t like her at all.”
“Well, I suppose we must amuse her,” said Tess, strong for duty.
“But she says she is going to stay here all the time,” pursued the troubled Dot, as Lillie wandered off toward the foot of the garden.