`` Maybe they only took her out of the window 'cause the blue silk would fade . I 'll go in and ask . '' A minute later Tommy came out looking sober . `` Yes , she 's sold , Bessie , '' he said . `` Mr. Blacklock sold her to a lady yesterday . Do n't cry , Bessie -- maybe they 'll put another in the window ` fore long . '' `` It wo n't be mine , '' sobbed Bessie . `` It wo n't be Roselle Geraldine . It wo n't have a blue silk hat and such cunning brown eyes . '' Bessie cried quietly all the way home , and Tommy could not comfort her . He wished he had never shown her the doll in the window . From that day Bessie drooped , and Tommy watched her in agony . She grew paler and thinner . She was too tired to go out walking , and too tired to do the little household tasks she had delighted in . She never spoke about Roselle Geraldine , but Tommy knew she was fretting about her . Mrs. Knox could not think what ailed the child . `` She do n't take a bit of interest in nothing , '' she complained to Mrs. Puffer . `` She do n't eat enough for a bird . The doctor , he says there ai n't nothing the matter with her as he can find out , but she 's just pining away . '' Tommy heard this , and a queer , big lump came up in his throat .
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