"Who?" said Dimple, with her scissors ready to cut into the pink.
"Floridy Alabamy," said Bubbles, gravely.
"What a name!" shrieked Dimple, throwing back her head in a fit of laughter. "Florence, did you hear? Floridy Alabamy."
And the girls laughed till the tears ran down their cheeks.
"Bubbles, you are too ridiculous," said Dimple, while Bubbles pinned her bit of scarlet on her doll.
Just then Sylvy called her, and she ran off, holding her doll admiringly at arm's length.
"She will dress it just like a darkey. You see," said Dimple, "she has a purple dress on it now; think of that, with a scarlet overskirt; and I know she will make it a blue waist out of one of my old sash ribbons I gave her."
And sure enough, Floridy Alabamy did wear the three colors in triumph.
"Do you like big or little dolls best?" asked Florence.
"I don't know," said Dimple. "I think rather big or real little. Middle sizes are so hard to dress. They have to have such little fidgety sleeves and waists. I have two little dolls upstairs, and we can dress them up next. I believe one of them has an arm off, but it can be mended. How many dolls have you?"