"What shall we play?" said one to another.
"No Indian for me, since my foot was cut," said Dimple.
"Let's play house afire and climb from the roof by the ladder," said Florence.
"No. I tell you," said Dimple, "let's be cats and get on the roof and meow like they do at night."
They all laughed at this, but finally concluded to be birds, and build nests, but why they should take leaves in their mouths and climb up and down the ladder no mortal could tell, and indeed this proved too tedious a play, and they all sat on the roof to decide what should be done next.
Suddenly Dimple cried out, "What is that sticking out of your pocket, Bubbles?"
Bubbles quickly thrust whatever it was back into her pocket, and was about to get down from the roof, when Dimple held her.
"Pull it out, Florence," she cried. "I believe it is a piece of my dotted swiss."
And so it was. Bubbles had been consumed with envy ever since Rubina and Celestine had been dressed in white, and wanted her doll to look as well.