“What is gone, Dorothy?� asked Mother. “Your piece of cake? You shouldn’t have left it on the table, my dear.�
“No, Mother, I didn’t leave any cake on the table,� Dorothy said. “It was my new Sawdust Doll. I left her here, and now she is gone!�
“Oh, that is too bad!� said Dorothy’s mother. “But are you sure you left your doll on this table?� she asked the little girl.
“Oh, yes,� answered Dorothy.
“I saw the Sawdust Doll lying there,� said Helen, one of the party guests.
“So did I,� chimed in Dick.
And then Dorothy looked sharply at her brother.
“Did you take my doll?� she asked him suddenly. “Did you take my new doll that mother just gave me for my birthday?�
“Course I didn’t!� cried Dick. “Why should I take your doll? I don’t play with dolls!�
“Dorothy thought perhaps you had taken it in fun,� gently said Mother. “If you didn’t, perhaps Martha laid it in another place. We must look for the Sawdust Doll.�