was not there, however; so I looked into the red room again. Ah! There she was—a most adorable Princess—talking with a gentlemanly looking knitted doll who had evidently just arrived.
The Princess had blue eyes, curly hair and rosy cheeks and was dressed in a short white lawn dress. If I had not known that she was a Princess I might have taken her for an everyday little girl. However, the knitted doll bowed low over her hand and called her "Royal Highness;" so I knew that there could be no mistake.
"And how are our neighbors, the Dutch dolls?" said the Princess as she and the knitted gentleman sat down to play checkers. "I hear that Miss Amanda is suffering from a chipped arm," said the knitted doll gravely. "I........"
Just then a frightful thing happened!!! The town clock struck three. Three I tell you. One—two—Three!! Why, such a thing had never happened before the history of Cozytown. What right has a Cozytown clock in striking three? I should like to know!
