"Mother said no," she said firmly. "Now, Dot, you're too big a girl to
cry. Why, dearest, you haven't missed a day since there has been
sledding. Can't you and Twaddles find something pleasant to do in the
house?"
"Just suppose you hadn't any house to stay in," remarked Twaddles
severely. "Then you'd have something to cry about."
Twaddles was usually very good indeed just when Dot felt like being
naughty. And when Twaddles was bad, Dot was generally as good as gold.
But sometimes they were naughty together, and now and then as good as
gold at the same time, but not often.
"There's nothing to do," sobbed Dot, using her pretty handkerchief to
sop her tears with and finding it not half large enough. "I'm tired of
paper dolls and I don't want to play school. Oh, dear, oh, dear!"
Aunt Polly, coming into the room in search of her pet thimble,
discovered the disconsolate Dot huddled on the sofa, and Twaddles
standing by her suggesting one amusement after the other.
"Never mind, honey," comforted Aunt Polly, sitting down on the sofa and
cuddling Dot into her lap. "I know something you haven't done and that
will be heaps of fun."
"That I never did?" asked Dot, sitting up to look at Aunt Polly.
"That you've never done," repeated Aunt Polly.
"Indoors or out?" asked Twaddles, standing on one foot excitedly.
"Out," answered Aunt Polly.
"Mother won't let me go out," wailed Dot, the tears starting again.
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