"So we have!" they exclaimed, and ran down to bring them in.
The dolls were laid away in state for the next day, and at the sound of the dinner bell, the girls went into dinner.
Since the arrival of Florence, Dimple had not cared so much for Bubbles' society, and sometimes objected to her joining in their plays; but Bubbles, by the gift of Floridy Alabamy, did not lack amusement, and could be seen almost any afternoon happy with her doll.
She was singing, "Oh Beurah lan', sweet Beurah lan'," when Florence called her.
"What are you singing, Bubbles?"
"Beurah lan'," answered she.
"What does she mean, Dimple?"
"Beulah land. She does get things so twisted. We are going down to the woodshed to play till mamma calls us. Bubbles, do you want to go?"
Of course Bubbles did, and off they all went.
The woodshed was at some distance from the house, out in a shady place. Sometimes the children took to the roof, which could be reached by a ladder, and it was the scene of many a bold adventure.