"I think you look nice," said Dimple, honestly, looking at him from head to foot.
"Why don't you say something, Florence?"
Florence thus appealed to, could say nothing.
"Florence is my cousin," said Dimple. "She lives in Baltimore and she came here yesterday."
"Why, I live in Baltimore," said Rock. "What street do you live on, Florence?"
Florence told him, and they found it was in the next street to that on which Rock lived, so they all began to feel like old friends.
"If I had my scroll saw here, I could make you each a chair for your dolls," said Rock. "Maybe my mother will let me send for it. I will ask her."
"Oh, that would be lovely," said the girls.
"And I will lend you some of my books to read," said Dimple. "If you will please hand me that little cane, we will go in and you can choose them."
"Oh, thank you," said Rock. "I shall like to have them, for I like to read better than to do anything else."