"If you
will please hand me that little cane, we will go in and you can choose
them."
"Oh, thank you," said Rock. "I shall like to have them, for I like to
read better than to do anything else."
They all went in and found Rock's mother and Mrs. Dallas in the parlor.
Dimple told her mamma what they had come for, and her mamma suggested
her taking Rock into the library first, as he might find something there
that he liked.
So Rock was taken to the bookcase, and found there a book of travels he
had been wanting to read, so he bade them good-bye, with it under his
arm, promising soon to come again.
Then Dimple and Florence returned to the garden where they had left a
colony of grasshoppers imprisoned in a small house built for them out of
bits of wood and bark.
"Baby Grasshopper has gone," said Florence, in dismay, as she peeped in
to see the prisoners.
"I knew he would get out; he was so little," returned Dimple. "Let's set
them all free, Florence. We'll pretend that they escaped in the night,
or that peace has been declared."
"Or that a tornado blew down their prison."
"Yes, that will be the best. We'll blow real hard, and maybe it will
come down."
So, with cheeks much puffed out they blew and blew, but without avail,
and finally they picked up their hats and fanned the little bark
structure so vigorously that it toppled over, and the grasshoppers
escaped in every direction, the children laughing to see how quickly
they disappeared.
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