I can tell you
one thing: I'll never try to make anyone believe in ghosts again. I was
half frightened to death myself when I crept up those stairs, and my
shoulder has been lame ever since."
Grace and Sylvia had wondered what the large basket contained, but in
their interest over Flora's beautiful gifts, and their delight in her
"owning up" to being the "ghost," they had quite forgotten about it. It
was Flora who now pointed at it and said laughingly: "I've brought my
dolls in that basket."
"Molly and Polly will be glad enough to have company," Sylvia assured
her.
Flora opened the basket and took out a large black "mammy" in a purple
dress, white apron, and a yellow handkerchief twisted turban-fashion
about her head.
"Mammy Jane always goes with the young ladies," she explained
laughingly, and took out two fine china dolls dressed in white muslin
with broad crimson silk sashes. Each of these fine ladies had a tiny
parasol of crimson silk.
"I'm going home after my dolls," exclaimed Grace, and while Sylvia
brought cushions for these unexpected visitors, and introduced them to
Molly and Polly, Grace hurried home and was soon back again with her own
treasured dolls, which she introduced as "Mr. and Mrs. and Miss
Delaney."
The lesson in lace-making was quite forgotten as the three girls played
with the array of dolls.
Sylvia ran to the door and called Estralla, who appeared so quickly that
Sylvia wondered where she could have been.
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