ile Fanny, feeling more angry
with him than she had ever before been, went into the house.

"As Norman will not play properly, I must go and amuse myself with Miss
Lucy," she thought.

She entered her room; Miss Lucy was not on her bed, where she was
certain she had left her. She hunted about, and then went to Susan to
ask if she had taken her.

"I have not even been into your room, Miss Fanny," answered Susan; "but
I suspect, if she has gone, who took her. Just do you go and ask your
brother."

Fanny ran after Norman, and found him in the path leading to their part
of the garden.

"Where is my doll?" she inquired.

"What do I know about your doll?" he exclaimed. He was afraid to say
that he had not taken her because he remembered the whipping his papa
had given him.

"I am sure you have taken her," exclaimed Fanny; "Susan says so, and
told me to ask you."

"How did she dare to say that?" cried Norman. "You had better look for
your doll, and if you find her you will have her again, and if not, you
will not be worse off than I am without my football, which I liked just
as much as you do your stupid doll."

"My doll is not stupid," cried Fanny; "you tried to make her so by
cutting her head off, you naughty, ill-natured boy;" and Fanny seized
his arm feeling much inclined to box his ears.

"Let me alone," cried Norman. "I am not going to talk about your stupid
doll, and stupid she is; and I wish Mrs Norton had not put on her head
again. I will tell papa you pinched me, though you do pretend to be so
sweet and gentle."

Fanny felt both hurt and indignant and angry at this accusation. She
let go her brother's arm, and looked at him in a way which she had never
before done.

"You have taken my doll, I know you have, and I do not believe you, even
though you say that you have not," she exclaimed.

"I won't say anything about it," said Norman, looking very determined.

"Then I must ask granny and mamma, to make you, you naughty boy," she
cried.

"They cannot make me if I do not know where she is; and I will pay you
off for threatening me," cried Norman.

Fanny was going back to the house, feeling unable to bear any longer
with her little brother, when she caught sight of Trusty, at the further
end of the walk, scratching away with might and main in the ground near
her garden. Norman saw him too, and felt very uncomfortable. If he did
not drive the dog away, what he had done would certainly be disc