bath. She's a rubber doll, and a bath won't hurt her. It will do her
good."

"We'll do it!" cried Bunny.

The well was not far from the house. A little later, with a string he
had taken from his kite, Bunny was helping Sue lower her rubber doll
down the big hole, at the bottom of which was the cool water that was
pulled up in a bucket.

"Splash!" went the doll down in the well. By leaning over the edge of
the wooden box that was built around the water-place, Bunny and Sue
could see the rubber doll splashing up and down in the water far below
them.

"Oh, she likes it! She likes it!" cried Sue, jumping up and down in
delight. "Doesn't she just love it, Bunny?"

"I guess so," her brother answered. "But she can't talk and tell us so,
of course."

"Course not!" Sue exclaimed. "My dolls can't talk, 'ceptin' my
phonograph one, and she says 'Mamma' and 'Papa,' only now she's broken,
inside, and she can't do nothin' but make a buzzin' sound, but I like
her just the same."

"But if a doll can't talk, how do you know when she likes anything?"
asked Bunny.

"Why, I--I just know--that's all," Sue answered.