she exclaimed running up and kissing
him. "Look granny! look mamma! see what a lovely little girl she is,
with such fair soft hair and such blue bright eyes, she must surely be
able to see out of them."

Mrs Leslie and her mamma admired the doll, which was indeed a very
handsome one, and very superior to poor Nancy.

"There, Norman, you will not be ashamed to walk out with her, I am
sure," she said. "But I hope Nancy will not think that she will make me
forget her, for I should not like to hurt her feelings. What name shall
we give her? for she would not like to be called `The New Doll,' shall
it be Emma or Julia or Lucy? I think Lucy is a very pretty name--shall
she be called Lucy, granny? Norman do you like that name? it sounds so
soft and so nice for a young lady doll as she is."

Norman had been eyeing the doll with no pleasant feelings; he did not
like that his sister should receive a present when he thought that there
was none for him.

"You may call her Lucy, or whatever you fancy," he answered gruffly,
"boys like me do not care for dolls."

"He is a fine, manly, little fellow," observed Captain Vallery. "I have
not forgotten you, though, Norman. Perhaps mamma will find something
more to your taste in that large, round parcel," and Mrs Vallery drew
out the package at which her husband pointed.

"There, Norman, that is the sort of thing a boy likes," said the
Captain, handing it to him.

Norman snatched at it eagerly, and, with the assistance of his papa,
tore off the paper, and found within an enormous football covered with
leather, which he could just manage to grasp with his arms.

"There, you will be able to play with that famously on the lawn," said
Captain Vallery, "and I must come out and join you. I used to be very
fond of football when I was at school, and we must have some fine games
together."

Norman, instead of thanking his papa, hugged the football and made
towards the door, eager to go out on the lawn and kick it about. At the
same time, he looked with a jealous eye at Fanny's beautiful doll, which
she was fondly caressing. Though he had declared that he did not care
for dolls, he could not help thinking it prettier than his own great,
brown ball, and, as he had never been taught to restrain any of the evil
feelings which rose in his heart, he at once began to be jealous of his
sister, because the present she had received was of more value than his.
Still, he thought he should l