n," and
she laughed, and so did Brighteyes, whose nose twinkled just like the
diamond in mother's ring, or baby's eyes, when he is happy.

So the two little friends sat down on a grassy bank, in the shade of an
oak tree, and they made the carrot doll. Oh, it was such fun!

First they stuck two little pebbles in for eyes, and they looked as real
as anything; then they stuck a little larger stone in the carrot for a
nose, and then Brighteyes found a nice, long stone, sort of curled up
around the ends, and when that was put in the carrot, just beneath the
nose, why it looked exactly as if that carrot doll was smiling as hard
as she could smile; she was so happy, I s'pose.

"Now for some dresses!" exclaimed Sister Sallie, who had put her own
corncob doll under some grass to sleep. So they got some beautiful green
leaves from the tree, and fastened them together with grass and needles
from the pine tree, and they made the nicest dresses you ever saw.

Let me see, there was one made in princess style, and one empire gown,
and one that had a pull-back in the skirt, and one was a tub dress,
whatever that is, and there was a crepe de chine and a basque and peau
de soie effect and--and--er--well, I know you'll excuse me from
mentioning any others, as I don't know very much about dresses; it took
me quite a while to look those up, and I must get on with the story.

Well, when they had the dresses all made they tried them on the carrot
doll, and they fitted perfectly, believe me, they did!

"Oh, isn't this lovely," cried Brighteyes. "Now let's play house," so
they played house, and each one had a room, there on the grass, with
sticks and stones for furniture, and they put the dollies to bed, and
woke them up, and took them for a walk, and they made believe wash
dishes and get meals, and, oh, I don't know what they didn't do.

But, all of a sudden, just as they were putting their dolls to sleep,
they heard a sort of growling in the bushes, and a big, shaggy, yellow
dog, with glaring eyes, jumped out at them! Oh, how frightened
Brighteyes and Sister Sallie were!

"What are you doing on my nice, green grass?" growled the dog, real
savage-like.

"If you please, Mr. Dog, we didn't know this was your grass," said
Sister Sallie, timidly.

"Of course it is!" snapped the dog. "I go to sleep here on it every day.
Anyway what do you mean by taking the leaves off my trees?" he growled
again.

"If you please, kind sir," spoke Brigh