“Where can she be?” asked Mary.
“That’s what I want to know,” wailed Jan. “Oh, if anybody has taken her away——”
“Maybe they has,” suggested Mary. “That is, unless maybe she walked away. Was your doll a walking doll, Jan?”
“Nope! Dolls can’t walk!”
“I know mine can’t,” went on the other little girl; “but my mamma read to me about a little girl who had a doll that could walk. She walked and talked when you wound up a spring in the back of her dress.”
“Oh, my doll wasn’t that kind,” said Jan, and as she talked she looked all around the porch, even lifting up the cloth that was on the box which was used for the play-party table.
“I thought maybe she had eaten so much she might have gone to sleep, and then she would fall under the table,” said Jan to Mary.
But Flo was not there.
“Why don’t you call her, the same way our mammas call us when we go away?” asked Mary.
“I could do that,” agreed Jan, and then she called: