r forget that little girls and women are different from us
rough boys!"

And Mark never will; nor will any of the Carew boys.

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Kurus: The King of the Cannibal Islands.

By

Maggie Browne.

It certainly was the very ugliest doll you ever saw. It hadn't a bit of
wax about it. It was a rag doll, a brown rag doll with black woolly
hair, beads for eyes, and--horror of horrors--a ring through its nose!
Then its clothes--no pretty pink frock and clean pinafore, no clothes to
take off and on--it had only a black fur rug round its waist.

Mollie was nearly in tears as she stared at it, and Geoffrey's cheeks
were very red.

It had come in a most promising cardboard box, wrapped up in the
cleanest of tissue-paper; and when Mollie opened the parcel she had felt
sure that the doll would have pink cheeks, blue eyes, and lovely golden
hair--and then to find such a thing!

"It is too bad of Uncle Percy," said Mollie; "it is almost unkind."

"I think it is more 'curous' than pretty," said Geoffrey solemnly; "I
should call it 'Kurus.'" He had been trying for several minutes to think
of something to say to comfort Mollie.

"But I wanted to call it Evelina," said Molly; "I can't call that thing
Evelina. Why, I can't even show it to Bessie."

[Illustration: _Geoffrey began to dig the hole._]

Now, Bessie was the little girl next door, Mollie's own well-beloved
playmate.

"I don't think I should show it to anyone," said Geoffrey, and then he
began to think.

Mollie was thinking too.

"Mary Selina Trewin," said Geoffrey solemnly.

Mollie jumped. When her Mother called her Mary Selina she knew something
serious was coming.

"Mary Selina Trewin," said Geoffrey, "who has seen that doll?--Nobody.
Who saw the postman bring it?--Nobody. Who knows it is here?--Nobody."

"What are you talking about?" said Mollie, much puzzled.

"Mary Selina Trewin," said Geoffrey, "who shall see it? Who shall know
it is here?--Why, nobody. We will get rid of that doll; we will hide
it." And then he whispered mysteriously: "We will bury it this very
minute. Come along." And Mollie went, just pushing the doll into the box
with all the papers, and hiding it under her pinafore.

They reached the garden without being seen, and Geoffrey began to dig
the hole.

"It must be deep as deep as deep," said Mollie.

"Deeper than that," said Geoffrey.

But it is not easy to dig with a stick, and the hole was anything but
deep