Flat upon their faces lay the fourteen dolls, and the cake, the cherished cake, was gone.
For an instant the little girls could only stand motionless, gazing at the dreadful scene.

Then Bab cast her water-pail wildly away, and, doubling up her fist, cried out fiercely,-- "It was that Sally! She said she'd pay me for slapping her when she pinched little Mary Ann, and now she has.

I'll give it to her! You run that way.

I'll run this.

Quick! quick!" Away they went, Bab racing straight on, and bewildered Betty turning obediently round to trot in the opposite direction as fast as she could, with the water splashing all over her as she ran, for she had forgotten to put down her pail.