"
"It--it looks like my Cynthia. Oh, _please_ just let me look at it. It's
like a doll--I lost, once, ever so long ago." She examined the pretty
clothing.
Now Beryl stared at Robin as though to find in her face a likeness to
the little girl who had deserted her doll.
"Lost? And I found it in Sheridan Square. A little girl went off and
left it. I waited awhile, then I took the doll home."
"Oh, how funny! How _funny_! It was me, Beryl. I'd been playing and Mr.
Tony called to me to hurry and I forgot--and you found it. Why, I cried
myself to sleep night after night thinking poor Cynthia was unhappy
somewhere."
"And I called her my orphan doll and loved her because I thought she
missed her real mother--"
"She was the loveliest dolly I ever had!"
"She was the loveliest dolly I ever saw!"
Both girls burst into a peal of laughter. They sat on the edge of the
bed, the doll between them, the packing forgotten.
Robin clapped her hands. "And to think we find each other now. It's like
a story. I went back to the park all alone that evening and would have
been lost if it hadn't been for my--" she broke off short and flushed.
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