“It doesn’t hurt dolls to bite ’em,” said Bert, with a laugh.
“It does so!” cried Helen, turning her tear-filled eyes on him. “It makes all their sawdust come out!”
“So it does, my dear,” said Mrs. Bobbsey kindly. “But we’ll hope that Snap won’t bite your doll as hard as that. If he does I’ll sew up the holes to keep the sawdust in. But how did he come to do it?”
“I—I guess maybe he liked the cookie my doll had,” explained Helen, who was about as old as Flossie.
“Did your doll have a cookie?” asked Nan.
“Yes. I was playing she was a rich lady doll,” went on the little girl from next door, “and she was taking a basket of cookies to a poor doll lady. Course I didn’t have a whole basket of cookies,” explained Helen. “I had only one, but I made believe it was a whole basket full.”
“How did you give it to your doll to carry?” asked Nan, for she had often played games this way herself, making believe different things. “How did your doll carry the cookie, Helen?”
“She didn’t carry it,” was the answer. “I tied it to her with a piece of string so she wouldn’t lose it. The cookie was tied fast around her waist.”
“Oh, then I see what happened,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Snap came up to you, and he smelled the cookie on your doll; didn’t he?”
“Yes’m,” answered Helen.