Fuller. "She lives so near us, and you've invited every other little
girl on the street."

"Why," said Mildred, "she'd be sure to bring that dreadful doll that she
loves so much. Some of the girls wouldn't come if she were invited. You
said, mamma, I might ask just whom I pleased."

Mrs. Fuller said nothing more, and the dainty notes of invitation flew
here and there, but none stopped at Dilly's door. Dilly hardly expected
an invitation, but there were some bitter tears which fell down on
Arabella's face.

Arabella was the name of one side of her doll. The doll was a
crooked-neck squash with a stick for its body. It had two faces--one on
each side of its head, and ink lines drawn round some of the yellow
warts, made very prominent features.

This doll was the comfort of Dilly's life. The yellow noses were worn
quite flat with her kisses, and she never had a trouble which was not
poured into the two sympathizing ears, owned in common by Arabella and
Angelina.

The afternoon of the party came, and Dilly, with her doll, watched the
gay little folks gather on the lawn in front of Mildred's home. She
soon became interested in their play, and quite forgot that she was not
one of them, in her excitement over a game of hide-and-seek. Presently
Mrs. Fuller called them for some pleasant surprise, and they all ran in,
leaving their dolls leaning against the piazza.

There was nothing more to see. Dilly was gathering up her doll, when