ep up on the
platform and draw a number out of this box?"

"Isn't it exciting," cried Jerry. "It's so near."

Some one lifted a little girl of three or four years up to the platform
and the man held the open box before her.

"Everyone look at his number--we don't want to be kept waiting," he
shouted.

Uncle Billy then gave each of the girls one of the tickets he had
bought and kept the fourth one himself.

At a nod from the man, the little girl stretched out her hand and
plunged it down into the box.

"Just take one of them out," directed the man and the little tot
smilingly obeyed, holding up one of the pieces of cardboard.

"Number 97 wins the doll," called the man from the box, as his eyes
swept the eager crowd.

For a moment there was not a sound, then,

"I have it," cried a hearty voice, so close to the girls that it made
them jump, and Uncle Billy strode forward to show his number and
receive the doll.

A roar of laughter went up from the crowd as he placed the doll on his
shoulder and started to return to the girls.

"Isn't it wonderful," cried Mary in delight.

"Oh, I'm so glad he got it," and Jerry jumped up and down in her
excitement.

"So am I," agreed Beth, "I'm so happy. But what will he do with it?"

The crowd disappeared, and after Uncle Billy had joined the girls they
found a seat where all could take their time to examine the beautiful
new doll.

"What will we name her?" inquired Mary, patting the doll's golden
curls.

"Aren't her eyes beautiful? They're blue like your's, Mary," remarked
Jerry.

Uncle Billy, who had said nothing up to this time, now drew a letter
from his pocket from which he tore three little strips of paper.

"I'm going to chance her all over again," he declared. "Each of you
take a slip. The shortest wins the doll."

"Not I," objected Jerry, "because I've had a balloon ride and I loved
it more than anything else. Let Beth and Mary choose."

"Oh, that wouldn't be fair," protested Mary.

"Yes, it is," agreed Uncle Billy. "I understand. Jerry doesn't want to
be selfish."

"Well," insisted Beth, "I have the best of all, so I'm not going to
draw."

"What do you mean?" asked Mary.

"Why, can't you guess, my Uncle Billy," laughed Beth. "He's only make
believe yours, but he's really mine."

Uncle Billy put his arm about her and kissed her happy face.

"That's right, too," he said. "Little Beth has me."

"Oh, Mary, don't you refuse, too," pleaded Jerry, h