"
"Oh, the dolls?"
"Yes, the dolls. I will come for you, if you like, at half-past four."
"Did mamma say we might go?"
"Yes, so it is all settled."
"Now," said Florence, "we _must_ make the dolls new frocks. Do tell us,
Rock, what they ought to wear."
Rock turned over the bits of stuff in Dimple's box. "White, I think,"
said he; "that dotted stuff is pretty."
"Oh, yes," said Dimple, "and I have plenty of that. We can trim them
with this lace, Florence, and they will look so cool and nice. Now if
mamma only had time to make hats for them!"
"I'll make them hats," said Rock.
"You! Whoever heard of boys making hats for dolls?"
"Did you never hear of a man-milliner?" asked Rock. "And men
dressmakers? I have. You stay here. I am going to ask your mamma for
something to make them of."
"Isn't he a funny boy, Florence?" said Dimple, as Rock disappeared; "but
I think he is real nice. Just hand me the scissors, won't you? Which way
does this go, so, or so?"
"So, like mine. Are you going to make a wide or a narrow hem?"
"Wide, if the stuff is long enough; it isn't so easy, but it looks
nicer. I wonder if mamma will give us fresh ribbons for sashes for the
dolls; it will set them off so."
"Here comes Rock," exclaimed Florence, "and what has he in his hand? An
old bonnet, I declare.
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