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At last the trunks were all off, Celestine was dressed in her traveling frock, a grey veil on her hat; the children thought her very stylish. "Poor Rubina!" sighed Dimple, bravely trying to keep back the tears. Rock had volunteered to take charge of the two kittens, so Jet and Marble were mewing in a basket.
Bubbles quickly thrust whatever it was back into her pocket, and was about to get down from the roof, when Dimple held her. "Pull it out, Florence," she cried. "I believe it is a piece of my dotted swiss." And so it was. Bubbles had been consumed with envy ever since Rubina and Celestine had been dressed in white, and wanted her doll to look as well.
"May we take Celestine and Rubina?" asked Florence. "I don't think I would, for you will have packages, and they will be in the way." "Don't let's take them anyhow, Florence," said Dimple. "I was thinking this morning that their frocks are too thick for summer." So they ran off to get ready. "Now," said Mrs.
We want you to take care of Celestine and Rubina, while we go out shopping. Mamma said we might use the pieces in this," holding out a calico bag. "That is, we are just going to roll them up and have them for dry goods. The dry goods shop is to be at the end of the porch, where the bench is. We have cut out a great big newspaper man to sell the goods.
Dimple put her chin in her hands, and leaned on the arm of her chair to watch him. "How clever you are," she said, "I wish you were my brother, really and truly, Rock." "Well, we will pretend I am," said he. "What shall I put in your basket, sister?" They all laughed. "I don't think it will hold much, but Rubina can put her work in it. See, if I pin her arm up so, she can hold it nicely. There!
Thus ended this incident, but neither Dimple nor Florence ever forgot it. Rock Florence and Dimple with Rubina and Celestine were on the back porch, when they heard some one whistle, and looking up they saw Rock coming around the corner of the house. "Good-morning," said he, "I am glad you have your dolls here; I want to measure them." "Why, are you a tailor?" asked Florence.
Isn't it going to be lovely? Did you ever?" as Rock handed her a cunning little straw hat. "Now for the other one," said he, and he soon had that done too. A little narrow ribbon and one or two flowers made the hats perfect. "Oh, Rock, I wish you were my brother," sighed Dimple, as she held her doll off at arm's length to admire her. "Rubina, you are a darling! blue is so becoming to her."
Oliver Whyte does not return to Possum Villa, Grey Street, St. Kilda, before the end of the week, his rooms will be let again. Rubina Hableton." "Oliver Whyte," repeated Mr. Gorby slowly, "and the initials on the pocket-handkerchief which was proved to have belonged to the deceased were 'O.W. So his name is Oliver Whyte, is it? Now, I wonder if Rubina Hableton knows anything about this matter.
"I believe I like that best; it has a sort of a heavenly sound, and my doll is angelic." "Well, mamma, I will take Rubina. You don't care, do you, Florence?" "No, indeed. I am glad you like it." "Now they are named, we will dress them." "How are you going to dress yours, Dimple?" "I think I'll have a skirt of the blue and a waist of the pink.
"Irene," said Dimple. "Geraldine," said Florence. "Adele," said Dimple. "My last," said Florence. "Rubina." "Oh, what a lovely name!" exclaimed Dimple. "If you don't draw it, I should like it, so I won't say any more till you have drawn." The slips were shaken up in a hat, and Florence, with eyes shut, drew out Celestine. "I am glad," she said.
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