d the doll. Oh, this
beautiful doll! this lovely doll!" So she went on talking till they
reached home; then she ran before her papa to her mamma and sister and
brother, and, taking the paper off the doll, cried out: "How beautiful!
Oh, what pretty hands! What nice feet! What blue eyes! How lovely! how
beautiful!"

Her mother asked her several times where she had got this pretty doll;
but Emily was too busy to answer her. When Mr. Fairchild came in with
the trunk of clothes, he told all the story; how that Lady Noble had
given Emily the doll for finding her diamond ring.

When Emily had unpacked the doll, she opened the box, which was full of
as pretty doll's things as ever you saw.

Whilst Emily was examining all these things, Henry stood by admiring
them and turning them about; but Lucy, after having once looked at the
doll without touching it, went to a corner of the room, and sat down in
her little chair without speaking a word.

"Come, Lucy," said Emily, "help me to dress my doll."

"Can't you dress it yourself?" answered Lucy, taking up a little book,
and pretending to read.

"Come, Lucy," said Henry, "you never saw so beautiful a doll before."

"Don't tease me, Henry," said Lucy; "don't you see I am reading?"

"Put up your book now, Lucy," said Emily, "and come and help me to
dress this sweet little doll. I will be its mamma, and you shall be its
nurse, and it shall sleep between us in our bed."

"I don't want dolls in my bed," said Lucy; "don't tease me, Emily."

"Then Henry shall be its nurse," said Emily. "Come, Henry, we will go
into our play-room, and put this pretty doll to sleep. Will not you
come, Lucy? Pray do come; we want you very much."

"Do let me alone," answered Lucy; "I want to read."

So Henry and Emily went to play, and Lucy sat still in the corner of
the parlour. After a few minutes her mamma, who was at work by the
fire, looked at her, and saw that she was crying; the tears ran down
her cheeks, and fell upon her book. Then Mrs. Fairchild called Lucy to
her, and said:

"My dear child, you are crying; can you tell me what makes you
unhappy?"

"Nothing, mamma," answered Lucy; "I am not unhappy."

"People do not cry when they are pleased and happy, my dear," said Mrs.
Fairchild.

Lucy stood silent.

"I am your mother, my dear," said Mrs. Fairchild, "and I love you very
much; if anything vexes you, whom should you tell it to but to your own
mother?" Then Mrs. Fairchild kissed h