Just then Sylvy called her, and she ran off, holding her doll admiringly
at arm's length.
"She will dress it just like a darkey. You see," said Dimple, "she has a
purple dress on it now; think of that, with a scarlet overskirt; and I
know she will make it a blue waist out of one of my old sash ribbons I
gave her."
And sure enough, Floridy Alabamy did wear the three colors in triumph.
"Do you like big or little dolls best?" asked Florence.
"I don't know," said Dimple. "I think rather big or real little. Middle
sizes are so hard to dress. They have to have such little fidgety
sleeves and waists. I have two little dolls upstairs, and we can dress
them up next. I believe one of them has an arm off, but it can be
mended. How many dolls have you?"
"Four, now," answered Florence. "I had five, but Gertrude broke one.
Gertrude is such a mischief, I have to keep all my things locked up. I
hope to goodness they won't let her get at them while I'm away."
"Oh, you must make a traveling dress for your Celestine. I have a piece
of grey linen that will just do."
By the time the dinner bell rang, both the dolls were dressed
gorgeously.
"Aren't they lovely, papa?" said Dimple, as she hobbled out to meet him.
"Yes; they look like two butterflies," he said, lifting her up, doll and
all.
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