"We don't want her," said Polly, "and oh, _this_ time, Gwen, your mamma
will surely be angry!"

"Pooh! See 'f she is. I guess I'll run home and see what she says,"
chirped Gwen, and gaily humming, she ran down the walk, and hurried
home.

* * * * * * * *

Mrs. Harcourt had been entertaining guests for a few days, and it
happened that soon after Gwen had left the house, the mischief had
been discovered.

"Oh, can it be possible that there have been thieves prowling about
the house in the night?" cried Mrs. Harcourt. "It really makes me feel
quite ill to think of it."

At that moment, Gwen came flying into the house, and up the stairway.

"Somebody take this old picture and stick it back in the hole it came
from. I thought it would make a nice big doll, but I guess I don't
want her!"

"Oh, what a naughty thing for a child to do!" cried one of the ladies.
"That fine picture is absolutely ruined."

"_Naughty_!" cried Mrs. Harcourt, "no, indeed! As you say, the picture
is ruined, but Gwen has proved her love for Art, and her artistic
nature. She felt so attracted to the picture that she was actually
obliged to take it with her when she went out. She surely loves Art.