"Grandpa plants corn in his fields," said the little boy. "You don't have to rake corn."
"I like to rake hay," said the little girl; "and Mamma says that I may find Jennie Bluebell when the field is cleared."
Oh! how the china doll's heart leaped for joy when she heard that; and—do you believe it?—the very next minute the hay that covered her was raked aside and there she lay right before the little girl's eyes!
"Oh, oh, oh!" the little girl cried; "here she is, my precious doll. I was never so glad in all my life."
And Jennie Bluebell was glad too, though she did not say a word. She only smiled.
