er face a vigorous
wiping with a rough towel.

Rose made no answer. She thought it rather selfish of Anne, when they
had all done so much for her, that she should be unwilling for Millicent
to keep the doll.

Anne was not a dull child, and Rose's silence made her realize that she
had acted selfishly; still, she could not feel that wanting to keep
"Martha Stoddard" was wrong.

"There! You are quite rid of ink now," said Rose, "and there is an hour
before dinner. Do you want to write some more in your book?"

"No," said Anne. It seemed to her that she should never want to write in
the book again. She wished that she and "Martha Stoddard" were safe back
with Aunt Martha in Province Town.

"Well, I have some errands to do for mother, so I'll run along," said
Rose pleasantly, and left Anne alone in the little square room called
the "sink-room," because of two sinks near the one window which
overlooked the green yard at the back of the house. There was a door
opening into the yard, and Anne looked out feeling more unhappy than she
had since the night when Aunt Martha had sent her up-stairs.

Frederick was in the yard. He was setting what looked to Anne like
wooden bottles in a straight row at the further end of the square of
greensward. Then he ran across to the open door where Anne was
standing.

[Illustration: HE HANDED HER A BALL]

"Want to play bowls?" he asked.

"I don't know how," replied Anne.

"I'll show you; it's easy," replied the boy, picking up a big wooden
ball and balancing it on one hand. "Come on out and try," he urged, and
Anne stepped out into the yard. "Watch me!" said Frederick.

He stepped back a little, sent a keen glance toward the wooden
"bottles," as if measuring the distance, then holding the ball in one
hand and leaning a little sideways, swung it back and forth for a few
times and then sent it rolling across the grass. It struck one of the
"bottles," and that in falling sent over two more.

"Oh, I can do that!" exclaimed Anne.

"All right, try. I'll set up the pins for you," said Frederick.

Anne thought to herself that it was funny to call those wooden objects
"pins."

"You'd better take a smaller ball," said Frederick, selecting one from a
number lying near the door; and he handed her a ball that Anne thought
was about the size of a pint dipper.

Frederick told her how to hold it, how to stand, and how to get the
right motion to send it in a straight line.

"It's all in you