"Yes," said he. "Do you like them?"
"They are perfect," said Florence. "Dimple, do see how nicely Celestine sits up to the table."
"And Rubina, too," said Dimple, as she took off her doll's hat. "Don't they look lovely? Look, Rock. What a boy you are."
Rock laughed, and they turned to their own table, which had a tiny bouquet by each plate and a pyramid of fruit in the centre.
The long drive had given them all an appetite, and they did full justice to the croquettes, muffins and fried potatoes before they thought of the jelly, fruit and cake.
"How will we get our chairs and table home?" said Florence.
"I will take them to-morrow," said Rock.
"Oh, no," said Dimple. "It was enough for you to make them, without taking them home, too."
"Well," said Rock, "if the cabinetmaker can't take home his own goods, I think it is a pity."
The girls laughed, and so the matter rested.