"You will soon be going to school, Dimple," said her papa, "and then you will have ever so many playmates."
"And you are coming to see us next winter," said Rock.
"And you will have mamma left, anyhow," said her mother, hugging her up close.
So among them all, the tears were dried; and before dinner was over, they were all laughing as joyously as ever.
The only excitement left was to watch for the arrival of Rock's papa and mamma, who were to come that evening.
In the meantime, while Rock and Florence were reading, Dimple heard Bubbles her Sunday lesson. She always taught her one of the hymns she had herself learned, and a Bible verse or two.
Bubbles was not very quick at learning the verses, but delighted in the hymns, and sang them with Dimple, with great vigor.
This afternoon, however, it was quite wearisome to Dimple, for her cry had given her a headache, and she cut the lesson very short so as to get back to Rock and Florence.
"I shouldn't like to be a teacher," she said, throwing herself down on the lounge.
"I should," said Florence. "I love my teacher at school dearly; she is the sweetest, dearest thing, we girls almost fight over her."