"Then I will take the other. Now I'm ready. Do you suppose we are going anywhere? It is such a little way to drive only to the house."
"I don't know," returned Dimple. "We'll soon see."
"We thought it was so early," said Mrs. Hardy, "that we could take a short drive before tea, if these little girls would like it."
"Indeed we should," said they.
"Then help them in, Rock," and they were soon seated, driving off in great style, dolls and all.
Meanwhile, Bubbles sat on the roof, waiting for their return. As the time passed and they did not come, she made desperate efforts to get down, but there was no way. The tree that shaded the woodhouse was just too high to reach, and she crept to the edge of the roof, making up her mind to jump, but when she saw the distance her heart failed her, and she went back.
"Leave me hyah all night I s'pose," she said, "mebbe I'll ketch cold and die; 'most wisht I would."
Then she heard some one call "Bubbles, Bubbles," but though she answered, no one came.
It grew later and later, the sun went down, and the sky sent up little puffs of pink clouds overhead.
Bubbles lay down on her back, and looked up at the sky. After a while a little star peeped out, then disappeared again, like a baby playing "Peep-bo."