"She is the best doll I ever had," said Lucy. "I shall play with her all the time."

One morning dollie was lost. Lucy could not find her any where.

Poor little girl, she could not help crying.

"I will buy one just like her," said her papa.

"No," said Lucy. "May be she did not like to live here. I will play with my old dollies, and with Snip."

Snip was Lucy's pet dog. He ran about every where with Lucy.

He was so small she could take him in her lap.

One day Lucy and Snip went down cellar with Patrick.

"Don't dig in the ash-barrel, Snip," said Lucy. But Snip did not mind. "He must have put a bone in there,” said Patrick.

Snip pulled something out. "What is it?" asked Lucy. Snip came to give it to her. It was her dear lost dollie. Patrick shook off the ashes. "She is just as pretty as ever," he said.

Her red cheeks were gone; but Lucy's sister painted them again.

She made her a new dress, too. Lucy was as happy as a bird.

"I will take care of her now," she said. "Snip shall not get her again." Snip looks at dollie sometimes, but Lucy says, "No, no, Snip. Don't take my dear dollie."

"Why does the boy say 'Where the sky-lark sings,' mamma?"

"Sky-larks fly high, and sing flying." "Did I ever see one?"

"I do not think you ever did." "I'd like to have a kite, mamma." "You are too small to fly a kite." "Tom would help me, if I had one." "If you would like a kite, Tom and I can make one, I think."

"Can I help any?"

"You can make the tail."

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What shall we do for a string?" "I have one that you may use."

"Will it let my kite go up as far as the clouds ?"

"We shall see."

"I'll go and find Tom now"-and away ran gay little Jack.