"This is the nearest like you I could get," he said, and led forward
some one in a grey frock and hat.
Dimple screamed, "Why, it is Florence. Oh! papa, you didn't say you were
going to auntie's!"
"No. I wanted to surprise you," he replied. "And I thought your own
cousin ought to be more like you than any one else."
"Well, I am delighted. You are sure to stay a long, long time, Florence.
Take off your hat and sit right here," she said, moving up on the
lounge. "I never had such a surprise."
"You forgot I promised a doll, too," said her papa, as he opened a
package. "I thought Florence would like one, so I brought two, as near
alike as if they were cousins," he added.
"Oh! you preciousest papa," said Dimple; "let me hug you all to pieces.
I do think you are the most delightful man. I don't wonder mamma
married you. When you go down please send Bubbles up here, so I can tell
her I am almost glad she cut my foot, for it is worth it, to have
Florence and a new doll too."
Bubbles came in beaming.
"Bubbles," cried Dimple, "see Florence and our new dolls,--and Bubbles,
you shall have one of my old ones,--and Bubbles, when I grow up, you
shall live with me always, because you cut my foot, and you must never,
never think of the orphan asylum again.
"Now, tell me, Florence," she said, turning to her, "all about your
coming.
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