WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT
BUT where are your dolls? " said mother as she tucked Elizabeth and Maryan in their small, white beds. Though the candles were all lit within the room, the long summer twilight of Paris still lingered wanly at the windows, and there came from the streets sounds of traffic and of gaiety. "Where are your dolls? Where are Alice and Grace? Don't you sleep with your dolls to-night, babies? "
Elizabeth, who is two years older than Maryan, who is four years older than nothing, turned very quietly on her left side; Maryan, who is plumper and hence rolls more easily, capsized very abruptly on her right side. Thus, with their golden heads on their respective pillows, they were looking at each other.
"Don't we sleep with our dollies to-night?" repeated mother, her eyes searching the chairs, the dresser, the mantelpiece. "Where are they; where did you leave Grace and Alice?"
Elizabeth, looking at her sister with a frown which she tried to make quite impressive, but which succeeded in being, after all, but a very
