Only a little while ago she had three lovely dolls; but there was another D to Polly’s name—­Destructive Polly; and now there was not a bit of a dolly left, and mamma had determined to let her wait till she wanted one so very much that when it did come she would be sure to take care of it.  But Aunt Alice said, one day, “That child shall have a doll to-morrow.”  And sure enough! the next morning, in the little wicker chair, Polly found the most beautiful doll she had ever seen.

It had fluffy, golden hair, and bright blue eyes, and a dress just like Polly’s best one with puffed sleeves.  It could say “papa” and “mamma” quite plainly, and could move its eyes.

Of course, the first thing to be done was to find a name for the new treasure, and that made Polly discontented again.  She wanted to call it after herself, but she said, “Polly is such an every-day name, it would never do; my doll must have a ‘company’ name.”  So she called her doll “Rosalinda.”

The next day, mamma said there might be a party in honor of the new doll; so Polly carried Rosalinda into the play-room, put her in the little chair, and began to get ready for the party.  Rosalinda looked as though she would like to help; so Polly filled one of her prettiest cups with milk, and put it in the dolly’s lap, while she went out for three lumps of sugar.

Just then a dreadful thing happened.  Puss, who had been hidden under a chair, came out, jumped to Rosalinda’s lap, and began to drink the milk as fast as he could.  Before it was half gone he heard Polly coming, so he jumped down again in a hurry, and out of the window.  But one hind paw caught the cup by the handle, spilled the milk on dolly’s dress, dashed the cup to the floor, and broke it all to bits!

When Polly came in and saw this, what do you think she did?  She just looked at Rosalinda a moment, then she took her out of the chair and shook her—­shook her so hard, and sat her down again with such a bounce that the pretty blue eyes shut up tight, and wouldn’t come open.

Polly didn’t mind that at first.  She said, “Yes! you’d better shut your eyes, you naughty thing!  Don’t tell me it was ‘a accidence.’  You did it yourself, I know, and I don’t love you one bit.  You don’t look fit to be seen, and the party will be here before I’m ready.  Oh, dear! just open your eyes, and see what you’ve done.”

But poor Rosalinda’s eyes wouldn’t open, and the more Polly shook her, the tighter shut they stayed, till she ran, crying, to mamma, to ask for help.  Mamma had seen it all; so now she took Polly and Rosalinda both on her lap, and gave what Polly called “a little preach.”

[Illustration:  “JUST OPEN YOUR EYES, AND SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE.”]

It did her good, real good, and at last she said:  “Dear mamma, if Rosalinda will only open her eyes once more and look at me, I believe I will never be so naughty again.”

So mamma found a way to open the pretty blue eyes, and Polly kissed them both, and then kissed mamma for helping her.