"May I put on my blue frock?"
"Yes."
Dimple slipped back, and was not long in dressing. Florence sleepily opened her eyes as Dimple was ready to leave the room.
"Oh Dimple, are you dressed?" she said, sitting up in bed. "Has the bell rung?"
"No," said Dimple, "but Uncle Heath is coming, you know, and I want to meet him. Come down when you are ready."
Florence being wide awake by this time, concluded to get up, and Dimple ran downstairs, patting the baluster with one hand as she went.
When she reached the lowest step she was caught up by a pair of arms, and found her face close to her Uncle Heath's whiskers.
"Oh! Uncle Heath," she cried, "do let me hug you. I am so glad to see you. I'm gladder than anybody."
"I hope not," said her father from the doorway.
"Yes, I am," said Dimple, as her uncle carried her into the parlor, and held her on his knee. "Uncle Heath, are you very happy?"