"
"But--but--he doesn't have to throw his baby away, does he?" questioned
Flossie, with wide open eyes.
"Yes, he does,--_ev'rything_."
"But--but supposing he is--is eating his dinner?"
"He has to throw it away, Flossie. Oh, it's awful hard to be a real
fireman."
"Would he have to throw his jam away, and his pie?"
"Yes."
"Then I wouldn't be a fireman, not for a--a house full of gold!" said
Flossie, and marched back into the house with her doll.
Flossie's dolls were five in number. Dorothy was her pride, and had
light hair and blue eyes, and three dresses, one of real lace. The next
was Gertrude, a short doll with black eyes and hair and a traveling
dress that was very cute. Then came Lucy, who had lost one arm, and
Polly, who had lost both an arm and a leg. The fifth doll was Jujube, a
colored boy, dressed in a fiery suit of red, with a blue cap and real
rubber boots. This doll had come from Sam and Dinah and had been much
admired at first, but was now taken out only when all the others went
too.
"He doesn't really belong to the family, you know," Flossie would
explain to her friends.
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