until the pouts got to work on mollie she was a very pretty little girl. but when she sat on the couch and sulked, and sulked, and sulked because she could not go out to play with little sister, the pouts turned her into a very ugly little girl indeed.
"ouch! you hurt!" cried a little voice, just as a pout drew mollie's mouth down at the corners.
mollie started. she had forgotten that she was holding dear doll dainty by the arm, and she let go of her in her surprise.
"well!" cried dear doll dainty. "it's a wonder that fall didn't break my head. why didn't you lay me nicely on the couch? my, what a sour face!"
with that, dear doll dainty stepped up to her own special trunk, which stood open in the center of the floor, and put on her hat and slipped into her coat.
"wh-what are you going to do?" asked mollie, staring.
"going away, of course. i don't care to belong to a little girl with the pouts."
dear doll dainty walked to the door.
"wait a minute, dear doll dainty," squeaked the rabbits that were capering around the top of the wall; "we're coming too." and with a great scurry, down slid the bunnies. "we're tired of trying to make a cross little girl happy."
"so are we," added the roses on the curtains sweetly, as they let themselves down by their thorns and walked to the door on their stems.
"and we." the pillows mollie's impatient little fists had punched dropped to the floor and started off.
the trunk slammed down its lid and followed the pillows, the bureau followed the trunk, the book mollie had thrown on the floor followed the bureau.
"pardon me," said a deep voice, "but i am tired of being sat on and having heels dug into me!" up went the couch. bump! went mollie on the floor.
the couch walked clumsily to the door. it couldn't get through.
"tee-hee-hee!" giggled mollie. the pouts took to their heels. "tee-hee—"
mollie stopped laughing and looked around in amazement. everything in the room was just as it ought to be, except that she and dear doll dainty were both on the floor.
but mollie thought the rabbits winked at her as she laid dear doll dainty gently on the couch and put the book in its place on the table.
