head was as bare as an egg, because the little rosette of black hair
that distinguishes a Japanese doll had come unglued. This made the
effect of the hat a little odd; still, he could wear it. The Kewpie
was just too cunning to leave--that was all there was to that; and no
right-minded mother ever left the baby. So that made it necessary to
take the Baby doll with the long clothes. (That is, she should have
been wearing long clothes, but Sara's dolls never wore the clothes
that belonged to them; and this morning the Baby was tastefully
attired in a wide red sash, with the Japanese doll's paper parasol
stuck through it, like the dagger in a comic opera.)

So there was Sara, with five dolls in her arms, and the Snimmy
shuddering deliciously from head to foot because he was beginning to
smell dimples in his sleep.

"What in the world shall I do?" wondered Sara, half aloud.

"What in Zeelup, my dear," corrected the Teacup, leaning out from her
perch with sympathetic interest.

And then, what do you think the Teacup saw? She saw the Kewpie, who
was always a friendly little soul, reach up and take off Sara's
dimples himself!

"I'll do it for Sara," he said, helpfully, as he dropped them safely
upon the whipped cream cushion.

And then what do you think happened? Why, the daintiest little
creature sprang right out from between Sara's lips and went skipping
and leaping and tumbling and running over the ice-cream bricks around