"Who'll be the bandits?"
"Why, let me see. We'll take sticks of wood; little branches with two prongs, like this; they make the legs, you see; and then we'll stick on something round for the heads, turnips or onions or something like that."
"There aren't any turnips this time of year," returned Dimple, "and onions smell so strong. We can get potatoes, though, and they have eyes, so I should think they would make very good heads."
Rock laughed. "So they will."
"I'll go and see if mamma will let me have—how many?"
"Oh, half a dozen or so."
Dimple started for the house; then suddenly remembered that she had promised not to bother her mother, and she stood still for a moment. But the idea of the bandits was too alluring, and so she proceeded to the house, putting her head timidly in at the dining-room door, where her mother was still busy.
"Mamma," she said, "are potatoes very expensive?"
"No, not very. What a funny question. Did you come all the way in here to ask that?"
"No, mamma, not exactly; but do they cost too much for you to give us half a dozen for our bandits?"