The twin sisters had one possession of which they were greatly fond: an extremely large doll which excited the envy of all their little playmates. It really was a beautiful doll and they took much comfort in it; therefore, one day when it was stolen their grief was profound. Of course, they had other dolls, hut none could compare with the vanished queen of the nursery, and for several days the little girls refused to be comforted. Then one morning while passing along a shabby street they noticed a beautiful child peering out of a window of a tumble-down old cottage. They thought at first she was a doll, but when they found her to be alive they bribed her with candy to consent to be their doll "just for a little while." The little girl was all alone in the house and tired of doing nothing. Dhe consented to the plan and they helped her out of the window and took her to their home, where they arrayed her in the purple and fine linen of the doll who had disappeared, had a pleasant time, and later in the afternoon they started out for a walk through the city, the "doll" complaining in the doll carriage. Meanwhile, the baby's house had caught fire through her carelessness in playing with matches and her mother, a poor widow who had been out working, returned to find the place in flames. She believed her child was dead, and for a while her grief was profound. Then down the street came the twins with their new doll, and the mother's grief changed to joy. She took her little one, doll dress and all, and rushed off with her, leaving the twins mourning their unhappy lot, for as one said and the other agreed, "She was such a great big beautiful doll."