It had come in a most promising cardboard box, wrapped up in the cleanest of tissue-paper; and when Mollie opened the parcel she had felt sure that the doll would have pink cheeks, blue eyes, and lovely golden hair—and then to find such a thing!
"It is too bad of Uncle Percy," said Mollie; "it is almost unkind."
"I think it is more 'curous' than pretty," said Geoffrey solemnly; "I should call it 'Kurus.'" He had been trying for several minutes to think of something to say to comfort Mollie.
"But I wanted to call it Evelina," said Molly; "I can't call that thing Evelina. Why, I can't even show it to Bessie."
Geoffrey began to dig the hole.
Now, Bessie was the little girl next door, Mollie's own well-beloved playmate.
"I don't think I should show it to anyone," said Geoffrey, and then he began to think.
Mollie was thinking too.