"My last," said Florence. "Rubina."
"Oh, what a lovely name!" exclaimed Dimple. "If you don't draw it, I
should like it, so I won't say any more till you have drawn."
The slips were shaken up in a hat, and Florence, with eyes shut, drew
out Celestine.
"I am glad," she said. "I believe I like that best; it has a sort of a
heavenly sound, and my doll is angelic."
"Well, mamma, I will take Rubina. You don't care, do you, Florence?"
"No, indeed. I am glad you like it."
"Now they are named, we will dress them."
"How are you going to dress yours, Dimple?"
"I think I'll have a skirt of the blue and a waist of the pink. No, the
other way, will look best, because the velvet is thickest, the skirt of
pink and the waist of blue."
"Well, I will have to make my doll's frock of all the same, with velvet
trimming. Will that look well?"
"Lovely! What are you going to do with your piece, Bubbles?"
"Make a overskirt for Floridy Alabamy," said Bubbles, importantly.
"Who?" said Dimple, with her scissors ready to cut into the pink.
"Floridy Alabamy," said Bubbles, gravely.
"What a name!" shrieked Dimple, throwing back her head in a fit of
laughter. "Florence, _did_ you hear? Floridy Alabamy."
And the girls laughed till the tears ran down their cheeks.
"Bubbles, you are too ridiculous," said Dimple, while Bubbles pinned her
bit of scarlet on her doll.
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