"I'm going to call her!" cried Leslie.
"I wouldn't!" advised Douglas.
"Why not?"
"After as far as she went to-day, if she had anything she wanted you to
know, wouldn't she feel free to call you?"
"You are right," conceded Leslie. "Even after to-day, for me to call would
be an intrusion. Let's not talk of it further! Don't you wish we could
take a peep at Mickey carrying the doll to the little sick girl?"
"I surely do!" answered Douglas. "What do you think of him, Leslie?"
"Great! Simply great!" cried the girl. "Douglas you should have heard him
educate me on the doll question."
"How?" he asked interestedly.
"From the first glimpse I had of him, the thought came to me, 'That's
Douglas' Little Brother'" she explained. "When you telephoned and said you
were sending him to me, just one idea possessed me: to get what you
wanted. Almost without thought at all I tried the first thing he
mentioned, which happened to be a little sick neighbour girl he told me
about. All girls like a doll, and I had one dressed for a birthday gift
for a namesake of mine, and time plenty to fix her another.
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