'I really think,' said Mrs. Western when Bertha bade her good-night, 'you ought to take the new doll to bed with you, or what is the use of having a doll who can go to sleep?'
'What would Moggy do?' asked Bertha, looking doubtful about it.
'Moggy is really too old to be jealous,' answered her mother.
So Bertha said she would take the new doll to bed, then she went upstairs with Samuel who was always in the room whilst she undressed. Bertha slept in a room by herself, but there was a door that led to her mother's room and this stood open all night. Moggy lay on the round table in the middle of the room, and she looked very shabby beside the fine new doll; still Bertha felt sorry for her as she got into bed. She placed the new doll on her pillow and said good-night to the nurse.
'Good-night, Miss Bertha.'
'Don't quite shut the door, please,' said Bertha; and leaving the door a little open as usual the nurse went downstairs, followed by Samuel. And nobody heard anything more of Bertha until the next morning.
As soon as she awoke she turned to look at her new doll, but to her great astonishment she could not see her. She could not see anything of the new doll, but there lay Moggy on the pillow just as she had done for many months past. Bertha sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, thinking she could not be quite awake yet, but there was no mistake about it; it was certainly Moggy on her pillow, and there was no sign of the new doll.
'Nurse!' cried Bertha, when it was time to be dressed, 'what have you done with my new doll?'
'Why, Miss Bertha,' answered the nurse, 'you laid her on your pillow last night.'
'But she's not there now,' said Bertha, 'and Moggy is there. I can't see my new doll anywhere!'