“Oh, Trouble! where have you been?” asked Jan.
“And did you see anything of Jan’s doll?” asked Mary.
“Yes, I sawed her,” answered Trouble, and his sister noticed that Baby William looked a little frightened, as if something queer had happened.
“Where is she? Where is my Flo?” asked Trouble’s sister quickly. “Tell me!” she begged.
“Dog took her,” was the answer.
“A dog took my doll?” asked Jan. “Whose dog? When?”
“’Ittle while ago. It was Mary’s dog,” and Trouble threw a snowball at a fluttering butterfly without hitting it.
“Mary’s dog took my doll?” cried Jan. “Tell me all about it.”
“Do you mean our Rover?” asked Mary.
“Yes—big-dog-Rover. He take Jan’s doll.”