"
"He doesn't seem silly, like some boys, either," said Florence. "I know
a boy, we call him 'sissy,' he is so like a girl, and he is always
whining, and afraid of cold, and afraid of sun, and afraid of
everything."
"I shouldn't like that kind of boy," Dimple said. "Mamma, I call Rock my
brother, and he calls me sister."
"Do you?" said her mother, smiling. "Now it is nearly dinner time, and
if I am not mistaken, two little girls have left their new dolls, and
all their scraps and things out on the porch."
"So we have!" they exclaimed, and ran down to bring them in.
The dolls were laid away in state for the next day, and at the sound of
the dinner bell, the girls went into dinner.
Since the arrival of Florence, Dimple had not cared so much for Bubbles'
society, and sometimes objected to her joining in their plays; but
Bubbles, by the gift of Floridy Alabamy, did not lack amusement, and
could be seen almost any afternoon happy with her doll.
She was singing, "Oh Beurah lan', sweet Beurah lan'," when Florence
called her.
"What are you singing, Bubbles?"
"Beurah lan'," answered she.
"What does she mean, Dimple?"
"Beulah land. She does get things so twisted. We are going down to the
woodshed to play till mamma calls us. Bubbles, do you want to go?"
Of course Bubbles did, and off they all went.
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