"Eek!" Sally shrieked, her hair standing up on end. "Look there, Toby! There, under the book!" Toby Looked over at the screaming girl and rolled his emerald green eyes. Folding the corner of his page, gently set his book down and strolled over to where his sister was snivling and pointing. "You're crazy," He muttered, his voice driping with disgust. Examinging the book in question (his favorite Shakspeare treasurey), He lept back in shock. It appeared there was a tiny girl underneath! Toby whistled. "Wow..." He murmered and lifted the book. Sally screamed again. "Don't touch it, don't touch her!" Toby's fingers hovered over the girl's lifeless head. He wiggled them menacingly, and Sally wailed even louder. Toby rolled his eyes and grasped the girl by the neck. It lolled back in his hand as he lifted it up. Sally covered her eyes and screamed. Toby smiled and slung it over his shoulder. "It's just your doll, stupid," he sneered, sticking the brown haired rag-doll in her face. Sally opened her eyes cautiously, and her face broke into a bright smile. "Luanne!" she cried, hugging the doll tight to her chest. "Thank you, Toby, thank you!" She threw an arm around his waist and hugged him tight. "Whatever," he mumbled, pushing her off, and turned back towards his book. But if you had seen him, you could have seen the secret smile on his face.