Most of the little girls had their dolls with them; all, in fact,
excepting Beth and the "Cherub." The latter sat apart from the other
children. She looked so very demure that Beth thought her bashful, and
took pity on her. Seating herself beside her, she asked:

"Wouldn't your mamma let you bring your doll? My mamma thought I had
better not bring mine so far."

The "Cherub" showed little interest in the conversation. She answered
curtly:

"I haven't a doll."

Beth's eyes opened in surprise. "You haven't any doll? What a pity."

Then she hesitated. She feared the "Cherub" might be too poor to
afford dolls. She was soon undeceived, however, by the "Cherub"
exclaiming:

"_I_ don't think it a pity. I don't care for dolls; they're a
nuisance. I like to play outdoors."

"So do I."

The "Cherub" grew animated. "Do you? Say, can you climb trees and
walk on stilts and----"

"What are stilts?"