"
"Now," said Rock, "if you will tell me where I can get a basin of water,
I will make the hats."
"With water?"
"I shall need water. Don't get up--Bubbles will get it for me," as
Dimple was about to put down her work.
Bubbles brought the water, and Rock began to rip the straw bonnet to
pieces; then he dampened it a little and sewed it into shape, once in a
while dampening it more to give it the right turn. "Will you have a wide
or a narrow brim?" he asked.
"Oh, just a between brim. Don't you say so, Florence? Isn't it going to
be lovely? Did you ever?" as Rock handed her a cunning little straw hat.
"Now for the other one," said he, and he soon had that done too.
A little narrow ribbon and one or two flowers made the hats perfect.
"Oh, Rock, I wish you were my brother," sighed Dimple, as she held her
doll off at arm's length to admire her. "Rubina, you are a darling! blue
is _so_ becoming to her."
"I almost wish I had trimmed mine with blue," said Florence,
regretfully.
"Oh, I think pink is just as pretty," exclaimed Rock, "and it is nicer
not to have them both alike."
"Now what are you making?" asked Dimple, as Rock went on sewing straw.
"Baskets."
"Baskets, for the dolls?"
"Yes, for the dolls, or you either."
Dimple put her chin in her hands, and leaned on the arm of her chair to
watch him.
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