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Dimple was fast getting over her embarrassment.
"Don't you go to school?" asked Rock.
"No, mamma has always taught me at home, but I am going next year. It is
vacation now."
"Yes, I know," said Rock, "that is why we came here. We are going to
stay for some time. I like to play with girls. Will you let me come and
play with you sometimes?"
"Yes, indeed," said Dimple, in her warm-hearted way. "My foot is nearly
well, and I can soon run about. I think I should like to play with a
nice boy."
"I hope I'm a nice boy," said Rock, "but I don't know. I suppose
everybody is mean sometimes."
"I think you look nice," said Dimple, honestly, looking at him from head
to foot.
"Why don't you say something, Florence?"
Florence thus appealed to, could say nothing.
"Florence is my cousin," said Dimple. "She lives in Baltimore and she
came here yesterday."
"Why, I live in Baltimore," said Rock. "What street do you live on,
Florence?"
Florence told him, and they found it was in the next street to that on
which Rock lived, so they all began to feel like old friends.
"If I had my scroll saw here, I could make you each a chair for your
dolls," said Rock. "Maybe my mother will let me send for it. I will ask
her."
"Oh, that would be lovely," said the girls.
"And I will lend you some of my books to read," said Dimple.
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