"I will excuse you this time, but your breakfast is not as warm as it would have been earlier," said Mrs. Dallas, "and papa had to go away without his morning kiss."
"I am sorry," said Dimple. "Cold eggs aren't very good," she went on, pushing away her plate. "What can we do to-day, mamma?"
"What should you like to do?"
"I don't know," returned Dimple. "My feelings hurt me rainy days, and I don't know what I want."
Mrs. Dallas smiled, as she replied, "You might make paper dolls, they are good rainy day people; that would be one thing. Then you can paint."
"I haven't but one brush, and I have used up all the books and papers you gave me to paint in."
"I can find some more, perhaps, and you and Florence can take turn about with the paint brush."
Dimple looked as if that would not suit very well, and Florence seeing her look, felt a little hurt.
Paper dolls did not amuse them very long; and when Dimple was ready to color the pictures Mrs. Dallas had found for them, Florence declined absolutely to paint at all. So they both sat with their elbows on the window-sill, decidedly out of humor.
"Florence," said Dimple, presently, "I have an idea. Do you see that hogshead down there? It is running over."