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One and another of the girls begged for the privilege of taking the doll a moment for a closer scrutiny, and Sarah Jane would grant it, and then watch them with thinly veiled anxiety. Suppose their fingers shouldn’t be quite clean, and there should be a spot on Lily Rosalie’s beautiful white linen skin! One of the girls rubbed her cheeks to see if the red would come off, and Sarah Jane wriggled.

Joe West was one of the big boys who had joined the group. Years after, he was Joseph B. West, an eminent city lawyer. Years after that, he was Judge West of the Superior Court. Now he was simply Joe West, a tall, lanky boy with a long rosy face and a high forehead. His arms came too far through his jacket sleeves, and showed his wrists, which looked unnaturally knobby and bony. He went barefoot all summer long, and was much given to chewing sassafras.

He offered a piece to Sarah Jane now, extracting it with gravity from a mass of chalk, top strings, buttons, nails, and other wealth with which his pocket was filled.

Sarah Jane accepted it with a modest little blush, and plumped it into her rosy mouth.

Then Joe West followed up his advantage. “Say, Sarah Jane,” said he, “lemme take her a minute.”

She eyed him doubtfully. Somehow she mistrusted him. Joe West had rather the reputation of being a wag and a sore tease.

“She’s just the prettiest doll I ever saw,” Joe went on. “Lemme take her just a minute, Sarah Jane; now do.”

“He’s just stuffing you, Sarah Jane; don’t you let him touch it,” spoke out one of the big girls.

“Stuffing” was a very expressive word in the language of the school. Sarah Jane shook her head with a timid little smile, and hugged Lily Rosalie tighter.

“Now do, Sarah Jane. I wouldn’t be stingy. Haven’t I just given you some sassafras?”

That softened her a little. The spicy twang of the sassafras was yet on her tongue. “I’m afraid you won’t give her back to me,” murmured she.

“Yes, I will, honest. Now do, Sarah Jane.”

It was against her better judgment; the big girl again raised her warning voice; but Joe West adroitly administered a little more flattery, and followed it up with entreaty, and Sarah Jane, yielding, finally put her precious little white linen baby into his big grimy, out-reaching hands.

“Oh, the pretty little sing!” said Joe West then, in an absurdly soft voice, and dandled it up and down. “What’s its name, Sarah Jane?”

And Sarah Jane in her honesty and simplicity repeated that flowery name.

“Lily Rosalie Violet May,” said Joe, after her, softly. And everybody giggled.

A pink color spread all over Sarah Jane’s face and dimpled neck; tears sprang to her eyes. She felt as if they were poking fun at something sacred; her honest childish confidence was betrayed. “Give her back to me, Joe West!” she cried.

But Joe only dandled it out of her reach, and then the bell rang. The children trooped back into the school-room, and Joe quietly slipped the doll into his pocket and marched gravely to his seat.

Every time when Sarah Jane gazed around at him he was studying his geography with the most tireless industry. She could hardly wait for school to be done; when it was, she tried to get to Joe, but he was too quick for her. He had started with his long stride down the road before she could get to the door. She called after him, but he appeared to have suddenly grown deaf. The other girls condoled with her, all but the big girl who had given the warning. “You’d ought to have listened to me,” said she, severely, as she tied on her sun-bonnet in the entry. “I told you how it would be, letting a boy have hold of it.”

Sarah Jane was not much comforted. She crept forlornly along towards home. Joe West’s house was on the way. There was a field south of it. As she came to this field she saw Joe out there with the bossy. This bossy, which was tethered to an old apple-tree, was cream-colored, with a white star on her forehead and a neck and head like a deer. She stood knee-deep in the daisies and clover, and looked like a regular picture-calf. If Sarah Jane had not been so much occupied with her own troubles, she would have stopped to gaze with pleasure at the pretty creature.