"Now for the other one," said he, and he soon had that done too.
A little narrow ribbon and one or two flowers made the hats perfect.
"Oh, Rock, I wish you were my brother," sighed Dimple, as she held her doll off at arm's length to admire her. "Rubina, you are a darling! blue is so becoming to her."
"I almost wish I had trimmed mine with blue," said Florence, regretfully.
"Oh, I think pink is just as pretty," exclaimed Rock, "and it is nicer not to have them both alike."
"Now what are you making?" asked Dimple, as Rock went on sewing straw.
"Baskets."
"Baskets, for the dolls?"
"Yes, for the dolls, or you either."
Dimple put her chin in her hands, and leaned on the arm of her chair to watch him.