"Yes," cried Jack, cutting a caper; "and there's the rubbish-pit in the backyard, she could never climb up without a rope."
"But there's the coat of many colours," said Jill slowly; "we must have that."
There was silence. Bumps looked slightly uneasy.
"The rubbith-pit is very dirty, and I've got my bestest frock on," she ventured.
Jill turned upon her severely.
"You ought to be thankful to be Joseph, Bumps. He was an awfully good little boy, you can't do wrong if you play at being him. S'posing if we told you to be Cain, how would you like that?"
"There's my striped red-and-blue jersey," broke in Jack, "we'll dress her up in that."
"Yes, go and get it quick, and I've got some yellow ribbon that Mona gave me; we'll twist it round and round, and it will look splendid!"
It was unfortunate, from the children's point of view, that Miss Falkner should take it into her head to come into the room just when Bumps was being arrayed in her many-coloured garment. They had taken it for granted that she would retire to her room for a long afternoon nap, after the custom of their nurse.