ther child who is learning to sew and has no thimble. We mustn't
plan to keep gifts always, even if we do prize them. Sometimes it is
best to pass them on."

Anne was quite sure that Mrs. Freeman meant that she ought to give the
wooden doll to Millicent.

"I gave my coral beads, that Mistress Starkweather gave me, to the
Indian girl," she said, wishing in some way to prove that she was not
selfish.

"That was quite right, and I am sure that Mrs. Starkweather will tell
you so," responded Mrs. Freeman.

Anne stitched away, setting her stitches very carefully. But she felt
unhappy. She had quite forgotten the pleasant game with Frederick, the
book that she was to write for Aunt Martha, and even the delightful fact
that she was sewing on the pretty dimity dress, and had a new thimble of
shining steel. All that she could think of was that she was sure that
Mrs. Freeman and Rose believed her to be a selfish and ungrateful girl.
"They think I want to keep everything," she said to herself. The July
day grew very warm. Mrs. Freeman leaned back in her comfortable chair,
closed her eyes, and indulged in a little nap. Anne's dark head began to
nod, the pretty dimity slipped from her fingers to the floor, and the
new thimble fell off and rolled under the table. Anne had gone fast
asleep.

Rose, looking in at the chamber door, smiled to herself, tiptoed gently
in and picked up the dimity dress and carried it to her own room, where
Millicent was having her afternoon nap on her sister's bed.

"I'll stitch up these seams while Anne's asleep," thought the
kind-hearted girl, "and I'll tell her that we have a family of fairies
living in this house who do things for people. I wonder if Anne ever
heard of fairies?"

Mrs. Freeman was the first to wake, and, noticing that Anne's work had
vanished, smiled to herself, quite sure that Rose had taken it. It was
some time later when Rose brought it back and laid the thin goods on
Anne's lap.

"Oh," exclaimed Anne, waking suddenly, "I dreamed of 'Martha
Stoddard,'" and then, noticing the smile fade from Rose's face, Anne
wished that she had not spoken, for she felt that Rose would be sure
that she was still blaming little Millicent, who entered the room that
very moment holding the wooden doll.

"Where did you get the wooden doll, dear?" Mrs. Freeman asked.

"Anne gave it to me," replied Millicent.

"O-oh!" Anne exclaimed impulsively, only to be sorry the next moment
that she had not