"
"All right," said Florence, and shaking with laughter, Bubbles was
attired in coat, trousers, and tall hat.
"Oh, she is too funny," said Florence, holding her sides. "Where is my
bonnet?"
"That's mine," exclaimed Dimple, as Florence possessed herself of a
bonnet with feathers in it.
"No, I chose this first," said Florence.
"Well, it's my mother's, I reckon, and I have the best right to it."
"Well, I'm company, and you're very impolite."
"I'm not," retorted Dimple, getting very red in the face.
"You are. I'd have my mother teach me how to behave, if I were you,
Dimple Dallas."
"You horrid, red-headed thing!" cried Dimple, now thoroughly angry. "I'd
like to know how you would look in a garnet velvet bonnet anyhow. You'd
better take something that's not quite so near the color of your hair."
"My hair isn't red, it's auburn," said Florence, bursting into a sob,
"and I'm not going to stay here another minute. I'm going straight home
to my mother." And she tore off the clothes in which she had decked
herself, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She snatched up her wet
frock and ran downstairs.
Dimple sat quite still after Florence left her. She did not dare to go
downstairs for fear of encountering her mother, and yet, suppose
Florence should really mean to go home.
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