something made her spring up and cry out.

Rover, Johnny Cooper's dog, shot past her, barking loudly, his eyes
gleaming with mischief.

Rover was the terror of every little girl in the neighborhood. Johnny
sometimes teased his sisters by sending Rover after their dolls. Rover
liked the sport, and came to think that dolls were his natural prey.
Next to a big bone, there was nothing that delighted him so much as to
shake a doll to pieces. He had seen the long row of dainty little
figures, and was dashing towards them. Dilly ran after him, threatening
and coaxing, but he did not notice her. Then she waved her turkey-red
handkerchief, and screamed as loudly as she could, to attract someone's
attention. But no one came.

Dilly thought of just one thing she could do. A last kiss on Arabella's
face, and then--"Rover!"

The cry sounded so sharp and strange that Rover turned his head.
S-w-i-s-h! Right down at his side there swooped such a queer-looking
doll as Rover, with all his varied experience, had never seen. He made a
dash for it.

Dilly darted past him, and, gathering up the dolls, laid them in the
hall, and shut the door. Her apron was over her face when she went down
the walk, but a strange, crunching sound told her what had happened to
her doll.

Mildred found Dilly at home a few minutes later, folding away a little,
ragged doll's cap, and drenching it with tears.