CHAPTER IV
Housebreakers
Despite all this unpleasant experience, it was only about a week later
that Dimple and Florence came near getting into trouble again. This
time, however, it was Florence who set the ball rolling. It was not
exactly from a spirit of mischief, but because her fancy was appealed
to, and because she did not see any harm in what she proposed.
The two little girls had been to take a note to Mrs. Hardy, and on their
way home they passed a pretty house and grounds which greatly attracted
Florence.
"Oh, do let us stop and look in," she said. "I think this is the very
prettiest place here, don't you, Dimple?"
"Yes," was the reply, "I like it best. The grounds are so lovely. See
those roses."
The two pressed their faces against the iron railing, and let their
eyes wander over the lawn and to the garden beyond.
"How very quiet it is," Florence remarked, presently. "We can't hear a
sound except the wind among the trees, and the robins singing. There
doesn't seem to be a soul about. Who lives here, Dimple?"
"The Atkinsons. Mamma and papa know them."
"Are there any little children?"
"Not now; there used to be a little girl named Stella, but she died two
years ago, and now there is only their eldest son living; he has just
gone abroad with his mother.
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