, and that we are all safe and well. Suppose the
British had won the battles at Concord and Lexington and Bunker Hill,"
and Rose looked at her small brother more sternly than ever before. "I
could tell you of something very pleasant that is going to happen to
you," she concluded.

"What is it, Rose?" and Fred was again eager and hopeful.

But Rose shook her head. "You just wait and see. Make the wooden doll.
I'll tell you when the doll is finished," and she picked "Martha" up
from the floor where Frederick had dropped her.

"Can't I keep her for a pattern?" asked Frederick.

"Yes. Anne and Millicent are making paper dolls, and they won't miss her
for a little while, but bring her in before supper time."

"All right," and Frederick nodded cheerfully. He was already looking
over his stock of wood for suitable pieces for the new doll, and
wondering what the pleasant surprise would be.

Millicent could cut out very queer little dolls, and she and Anne were
quite happy together under the big horse-chestnut tree until Anne said:
"Where is my wooden doll, Millicent?"

"It's mine; my Anne Rose," said little Millicent placidly. "I don't know
where she is. I guess she's lost," and Millicent carefully folded a
piece of paper to cut another doll.

"Lost!" Anne repeated.

"Yes," agreed Millicent, indifferently. "I guess she is; p'raps she
isn't, though."

Anne remembered Caroline's story of elves, and was quite sure that her
head was filled with them, for she felt as if she wanted to shake
Millicent, and at the thought that her dear "Martha" was really lost
Anne began to cry.

Millicent put down the scissors and paper, and looked at Anne with
startled eyes, and then she began to cry. Rose came running out from the
carriage-house.

"What is the matter, dear?" and she kneeled down beside her little
sister. But Millicent sobbed on.

"Tell me, Anne," and she turned toward her little visitor.

"Millicent has lost 'Martha Stoddard,'" Anne managed to reply, wiping
her eyes, and feeling very much ashamed that Rose should have seen her
cry.

"Nonsense! The doll isn't lost. I saw it a minute ago. Come, Millicent;
I'll go with you and Anne for a little walk toward King's Chapel," and
Rose held out a hand to each of the girls.

"Rose," exclaimed Anne suddenly, "I know that you think I'm selfish
about 'Martha Stoddard,' but Rose, listen!" and Anne looked up
pleadingly into her friend's face. "When I was a little girl, not as