I took my doll in my hands, and it did not say Ma-ma. I began to cry, and my naughty little -sister began to cry, too.
Our mother came into the room.
"Don't cry. We shall take the doll to the dolls' doctor, and he will make it well again," she said.
And do you know what my mother did?
She took my doll to the dolls' doctor, and she took my little sister's doll to the dolls' doctor, too.
One day our mother came home and gave us our dolls.
My doll had a pretty face and hair. It could open and close its eyes and say Ma-ma.
My little sister's doll was pretty, too. It had a pretty nose and pretty eyes and hair, and it could say Ma-ma. Its dress was pretty, too.
But my naughty little sister did not like her new doll. She did not take it to the yard or to the garden. She did not put it on the floor or on the grass. She put it into a box and did not take it out again.
One autumn when I was a little girl and my sister was a very little girl, it rained and rained. It was October. It was very cold, and it rained every day. When we went out, we put on our raincoats.
But my little sister liked to walk in the water. One day she walked in the water, and her feet got wet21. So she caught a bad cold22, and she had red eyes.
"You can't go out," said my mother. "You must stay at home and be a good girl."
But my sister did not like that.
"I want to go out in the rain! I want to go out!"
"Look at the pictures in your book," said my mother.
"I don't want to! I want to go out in the rain!"
My little sister was very naughty.
Then my mother said:
"I shall give you my scissors, and you can cut out pictures."
My mother gave her some old books and the scissors, and my little sister began to cut out pictures. She cut out a dog and a cat, and a brown bear and a red fox. She cut out some flowers and many other pictures.
Then she saw a big box on a chair. She opened the box and saw a beautiful dress with pretty blue flowers on it. My naughty little sister wanted to cut out only one flower. She did so. She liked it and began to cut out many flowers.
Suddenly my mother came in. She was very angry.
"You are a bad, bad girl," she said. "That was my best dress. I shall not give you the scissors again."
And she didn't.
One day my little sister did not want to eat her breakfast. My mother gave her an egg, some bread and butter and a big cup of milk for breakfast. But she did not want to eat.
"Eat your egg!" said my mother.
"I don't want to. Bad egg!"
"Then you will not go to the Zoo on Sunday!" said my mother.
And my little sister began to eat. She ate her egg and some bread and butter, she drank her cup of milk, too. She wanted to go to the Zoo very much.
On Sunday we put on our best dresses and white socks and white shoes and went to the Zoo. We went there with our cousin Jane. She was a big girl. She was sixteen. We took a bus23, and soon we were at the Zoo. It was very interesting there.
We saw many animals at the Zoo: tigers, a red fox, a brown bear, a wolf and some funny monkeys. The monkeys were jumping and playing in their cage.
Then we saw a little roundabout near the lake. The little roundabout had little cars and horses and bears. The roundabout went round and round24, and the cars and horses went up and down, up and down.
"I want to go on the roundabout!" cried my little sister.
When the roundabout stopped, my little sister ran to the little car and got into the seat25. The roundabout went round and round. Then it stopped again. My big cousin Jane said:
"And now let's go and see the monkeys again, Nancy! We have no money now."
"I want to go on the roundabout again!" cried my naughty little sister.
"Come, Nancy!" I said.
And we went to look at the monkeys again. They were so funny.
"But where is Nancy?" suddenly asked Jane.
We looked around, but we did not see her. We went to the roundabout, but she was not there. There were many people there, and we did not see her.
"We must tell the policeman," said my big cousin Jane.
So we went to the police-station. We saw a policeman there.
"We have lost a little girl26," said my big cousin Jane.
The policeman asked us many questions, and he wrote our answers down in a big book.
"What is her name?"
"Her name is Nancy Brown."
"How old is Nancy Brown?"
"She is four."
"What does she look like?27"