Until the 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 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," the rabbits that were around the top of the wall; "we're coming too." And with a great

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