I am glad my little girlie was
brave enough to tell of her asking Bubbles to peep."
And kissing her good-night, Mrs. Dallas left her little girl feeling
comforted.
CHAPTER III
A Quarrel
"Raining! Isn't that too bad?" said Florence, leaning on one elbow in
bed, and looking out of the window.
"Hm, hm," said Dimple, sleepily, from her pillow.
Florence slipped out of bed and stood looking dolefully at the falling
drops.
"What do you suppose the birds do, Dimple?" she asked, going up to her,
and softly shaking her.
"Oh," said Dimple, now awake, and sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes,
"I suppose they get under the leaves just as we do under an umbrella, or
they go under the eaves, and places like that. I have seen them lots of
times. It is raining, isn't it, Florence?"
"I said so, long ago," answered Florence; "now we can't go out of doors
to play, and it is so nice outdoors. I don't see the sense of its
raining in summer."
"Why," returned Dimple, sitting down on the floor to put on her shoes
and stockings, "that is the very time for it to rain, or everything
would dry up."
"Well, I wish it didn't have to," said Florence, coming away from the
window, and sitting on the floor too. "What color stockings do you like
best, Dimple?"
"I don't know; black, I think.
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