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"Yes, sir; shut it right up tight." "Nobody in it, at all?" "No, only the men and women. Prudy's gone, and Dotty Dimple's gone, and I'm gone." "Only the men and women, she says. That must be the servants. So the house must be open, pa. At any rate, I shall take her. Say by-bye, my pretty, and we'll be starting."
She sat down to practise a little, but her mind was out of doors, and the unwilling piano seemed crying out to be let alone. "I can't play," said Susy, decidedly; "and that's the truth." At that moment a sweet little voice was heard, singing, "John's Brown buddy;" and Dotty Dimple's head and shoulders were thrust into the room. "I've broked it," said she; "I've broked it all to smash."
They were both tired, and even the delightful topic of dolls could not keep them awake very long, for a half hour later when the moon looked in on her way across the sky, she saw them both sound asleep, an auburn head on Florence's pillow, and a yellow one on Dimple's. Dolls Florence and Dimple were on the back porch where it was always cool in the morning.
"Fine," Florence responded, heartily, as she sat down in the bottom of the boat. "It's rather sunny, though," Dimple remarked. "Oh, you mustn't mind that. We're going to fish. Don't you want to try your luck?" Dimple looked rather disgustedly at the can of angle-worms and decided that she would look on. "What are you going to do, Libbie?" Dimple's acquaintance inquired of one of the other girls.
"I heard mamma tell Dimple's mother that the bridesmaid ought to have that; and I think so, too." "Oh!" said Dimple. "I think you ought to have it, Rock." "No, indeed. That would be a fine way to do, I must say. It is to be yours. Mamma said so, and that settles it." "Well," said Dimple. "But I have so much, it seems to me. Florence, isn't it funny for Rock to have a new papa?
The idea took such possession of her that the next morning she broached the subject again. "I'll ask mamma," said Dimple, at last consenting with this proviso. But Mrs. Dallas had gone out to spend the morning with a friend, and finally Florence's persuasions overcame Dimple's scruples, and with Celestine and Rubina they set forth.
But Bubbles was so overcome by terror, and Dimples by the sight of the blood, that neither could explain till the foot was washed and bandaged. Then poor Bubbles flung herself on the floor and begged not to be sent to the orphan asylum. "You ridiculous child," said Dimple's mamma. "Of course you ought to be careful, but it is not your fault any more than Dimple's.
Suppose we should drift on and on down to where the steamboats come up, and we should keep going till it got dark, and nobody should see us, and we should get run into and drowned. Oh dear! I want my mamma, and my papa." Florence took alarm at this, and, putting her head in Dimple's lap, began to cry too.
Dallas drew up a little table, and Bubbles brought Dimple's best set of dishes, and with a clean cloth spread on first, the dishes were arranged. Then Bubbles brought in a little dish of chicken, a glass of jelly, light rolls, little cakes, a pitcher of milk, tea, sugar, and butter; and then Mrs. Dallas said,
It was Wednesday; and in the afternoon, Flossy Eastman came over with a new game, and while the little girls, Flossy, Susy and Prudy were playing it, and trying their best to keep Dotty Dimple's prying fingers and long curls out of the way, in came Miss Annie Lovejoy. This was a little neighbor, who, as the children sometimes privately declared, was "always 'round." Mrs.
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