The one that went in head-first had his fat legs left dangling; the one that went in legs-first, his head sticking out.
The baby went into one of his deep pockets where his screams were stifled.
This was the work of a second and the man hurried out of sight, saying cheerily over his shoulder to Molly, "I'll bring round the little sister to-morrow."
Molly had so many things to take her attention that she had no time to be conscience-smitten.
There was her odorous handkerchief; her sash, which she hung over her arm; her pockets full of candy; under one arm the wonderful doll; under the other, the live kitten.
But in a half hour the doll had ceased to charm; she couldn't tie the sash herself; the "perfoomery" had evaporated; the kitten had scratched her hand because Molly had picked her up by the tail; only a few chocolate caramels were left, and, I suspect that all seemed as "vanity of vanities" to
poor Molly. Just then Fred, her favorite and only remaining brother, came dancing down the path and stopped, amazed before Molly's display of wealth.
SHE COULDN'T SPARE FREDDIE.