"What shall we do now?" asked Rock. "Will you look at pictures, or play games, or what?"
Dimple looked at Florence, and Florence looked at Dimple.
"I think pictures are nice in winter, when you can't be out of doors," said Florence, who never could get enough of out of doors.
So they concluded to play out of doors.
"What nice long grass this is," said Dimple. "We could almost hide ourselves. We might play we were rabbits, and hop about and make nests."
"Let's hide ourselves," cried Florence. "I speak for first count.
"'Onery Twoery,
Dickery Day,
Illava, Lullava,
Lackava Lay,
One condemn the American line.
Umny Bumny,
Twenty-nine.
Fillason, Folloson,
Nicholas John.
Queevy, Quavy,
English Navy,
Signum, Sangnum,
Buck!'
"You're out," she sang out to Rock and then went again rapidly over the count, making herself "It."
Then Dimple and Rock stole softly off to hide themselves, while Florence covered her eyes by a tree.
"Whoop!" called Dimple, presently.