"Oh, let us," said Phronsie, easily pleased, and giving a last pat to Rachel's doll. So she ran over to join the others, and, getting down on her knees, she began to fumble within the little cupboard. Dick had already opened the door, which was accomplished by taking away the stone.
"Now you take out one thing, Phronsie, and I'll take out the next," said little Dick, crowding up as close as he could get.
"And then I'll take the things," said Rachel, sitting down a little distance off, between the two, "as you hand 'em out; so we'll all clean out the cupboard. Hullo! what's this?"—as Phronsie handed out the first article.
"That's a top," said little Dick, looking back at her.
"A top!" cried Rachel in derision. "Why, it won't spin; not a bit in this world."
"It would before it was broken," said Phronsie, for Dick had his face pressed close to the door of the cupboard, while his brown fingers were prowling about its interior.
"Dear me! why don't you throw it away?" cried Rachel. "An old broken thing like that is no good."
"Oh, we wouldn't ever throw it away, Rachel," said Phronsie, in alarm. "That's our dear top, and it used to spin beautifully," and she took it affectionately out of Rachel's hand.
"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Rachel. "Well, what's the next thing?"—as little Dick backed away from the cupboard. "What is it?"—as he placed some article in her hand.
"They're a pair of her doll's eyes," said little Dick.