He ran to the laurel-bush and Mollie followed.
"Mary Selina Trewin," said Geoffrey, "it isn't there." And though they searched and hunted they couldn't find any trace of the ugly doll.
"Oh, dear," said Mollie, "what are we to do?"
This time she began to cry really.
"Well, you are a queer girl," said Geoffrey; "you nearly cried when it came, and now you really cry when it is gone."
"But what will Uncle Percy say?" said Mollie.
"Well, the only thing to do," said Geoffrey, "is to tell Mother all about it."
"Oh, Geoffrey," said Mollie, "we may find it."
But Geoffrey was quite decided. "Snap must have eaten the old thing up. Come along."
The children found their Mother and Uncle Percy sitting by the fire talking busily. What they were saying neither Mollie nor Geoffrey heard; they were too busy to listen, for on the table lay an open cardboard box, and in the box lay a lovely doll—blue eyes, pink cheeks, golden hair, dressed in the prettiest of dresses and cleanest of pinafores.