“OH, IT WON’T HURT HER,” SAID JANET EASILY. “SHE’S A RUBBER DOLL.”
“Oh, but Janet dear! To drop a—a rubber doll in my clean cream! And—and——”
“Oh, my doll was awful clean,” explained Janet. “I washed her nice just before I came over, really I did.”
“Well, that makes it better,” said Mrs. Kent with a smile. “Wait and I’ll fish her out for you, Janet. I guess my butter won’t be spoiled after all. It’s a good thing your doll is rubber.”
“That’s what I thought after she fell in,” Janet said. “It won’t hurt her a bit. And a lady once told my mamma that buttermilk was good for freckles. Only my doll hasn’t any.”
The doll was “fished” out of the churn, wiped off and given back to Janet, who tucked her under one arm and then hurried home with the spool of thread.
The Curlytops waited eagerly for their father to come home that night, for they wanted to ask him about Silver Lake.
“Yes,” he told them, after supper, when Janet and Ted had climbed on his knees and Trouble was seated in Uncle Ben’s lap, “we will spend our vacation at Silver Lake. I think you will like it there.”
“Shall we have a tent?” asked Ted.