“Why, she doesn’t look the same,” the man declared, warmly interested.
“She has new clothes on—and a new hat.”
“I never would have known her again,” went on Mr. Maynard.
“And you couldn’t ever guess what’s happened to her,” said Dot, seriously.
“Her face——?”
“She’s been completely cured of a dreadful bad complexion,” confided Dot. “Neale took her to a hospital. It is wonderful what they can do to you nowadays at hospitals,” said the little girl.
“It is indeed,” agreed Mr. Maynard, taking the Alice-doll tenderly in his arms.
“I saw the place myself,” went on Dot, eagerly. “There was a big gold sign over the door, ‘Dolls’ Hospital.’ Why! I didn’t know there were such places.”
“Indeed?” responded the man, very much interested.
“Yes. And they fixed Alice’s face—and her hair. Of course, she wasn’t a real blonde before; but it’s fashionable. Like our Aggie, you know,” pursued the talkative Dot.