One paper had fallen on the floor. Fan stooped, picked it up and looked at it curiously, as the boys hurried off into the other room with their prize.
"Milly didn't do that," she remarked; "tain't pretty writin' like hers. Guess she wouldn't want to keep such an ugly old thing."
"Come Fan," Cyril called, "do you want to put your things in too?"
"Yes;" she said, coming out with the letter still in her hand.
Fan's dolls were put in last and the box was too full to allow the lid to go on.
"I'll take Bertha and carry her in my arms," she said, lifting out her largest and favorite child. "I want her to play wis now and I'd raser not trust her in dere wis dose marbles and balls rollin' round."
"Now the lid fits on all right," said Cyril, adjusting it.
"We're all packed up," observed Don, with satisfaction. "Now let's go play in the grove."
The others were agreed and Fan decided that she must take with her two small rag dolls in addition to Bertha.