"What shall I do with her, Florence?"
"Take her doll away," suggested she.
"No! no! no! please, Miss Dimple, I'll never do so no mo'," cried Bubbles, "'deed an' 'deed, I won't. Don't take my doll away. Yuh can whup me, or anything, but don't tek my doll away," and she hugged it tightly, rocking herself to and fro.
Dimple thought a moment, and then she said, "I know, we will leave her here on the roof, and take the ladder away; then when mamma calls us to come in to dress we can put the ladder up again, and she can get down."
This was agreed upon, and Bubbles was left a lofty prisoner.
The girls concluded to play under the big tree, and became so interested, that when Mrs. Dallas called them, they forgot all about Bubbles, and went into the house without ever putting up the ladder.
"What am I to wear, mamma?" asked Dimple. "One of my white frocks, I suppose."
"Yes," said her mother.
"And Florence too? Yes, Florence, then we will all be in white, the dolls too. Mamma, may we carry our parasols?"
"I don't think you will need them. Now, girls, I will send papa for you at half-past eight. I hope you will be little ladies, both of you, because I particularly want Mrs. Hardy to be fond of you."