"Let's make one," says Jackie.

"That's a good way," says Peggs.

"You bet," says Jackie, and he slapped one of his legs the way sailors
do in tales of the sea.

"What'll we make it of?" asked Peggs.

"Things," says Jackie. "Goodie!" says Peggs.

And they went in search of the things they would make the dolls of.
And pretty soon, Peggs made the most wonderful doll of flowers that
ever a child could see.

The head was of Sweetclover, the dress was a purple morning-glory
turned upside-down so it looked like a bodice and a skirt, and it was
tied to the head so that they wouldn't come apart. And perched on the
top of the head was a little bonnet, only it wasn't really a bonnet,
you know, but a little four o'clock.

And she called it Little Miss Sweetclover and it was the dearest
little doll and as fresh as the morning dew.

In the meantime, Jackie had been busy, you may be sure; but he
couldn't find anything to make a soldier of except sticks of wood, but
he had no jack-knife, much as he had always wanted one.

"Whatever shall I do?" thought Jackie, as he looked about the garden,
and just then he saw an ear of corn and he picked it up.