Don't you?"
"I believe I do. My! there is the breakfast bell, and we are only
beginning to get dressed. You fasten my buttons, and I will fasten
yours, Dimple, so we will get dressed in a hurry."
Their fingers flew, and they rushed down to breakfast two steps at a
time.
"It was so dark this morning that we went to sleep again after you
called us, mamma," explained Dimple.
"I will excuse you this time, but your breakfast is not as warm as it
would have been earlier," said Mrs. Dallas, "and papa had to go away
without his morning kiss."
"I am sorry," said Dimple. "Cold eggs aren't very good," she went on,
pushing away her plate. "What can we do to-day, mamma?"
"What should you like to do?"
"I don't know," returned Dimple. "My feelings hurt me rainy days, and I
don't know what I want."
Mrs. Dallas smiled, as she replied, "You might make paper dolls, they
are good rainy day people; that would be one thing. Then you can paint."
"I haven't but one brush, and I have used up all the books and papers
you gave me to paint in."
"I can find some more, perhaps, and you and Florence can take turn about
with the paint brush."
Dimple looked as if that would not suit very well, and Florence seeing
her look, felt a little hurt.
Paper dolls did not amuse them very long; and when Dimple was ready to
color the pictures Mrs.
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