The woodshed was at some distance from the house, out in a shady place.
Sometimes the children took to the roof, which could be reached by a
ladder, and it was the scene of many a bold adventure.
"What shall we play?" said one to another.
"Injun," suggested Bubbles.
"No Indian for me, since my foot was cut," said Dimple.
"Let's play house afire and climb from the roof by the ladder," said
Florence.
"No. I tell you," said Dimple, "let's be cats and get on the roof and
meow like they do at night."
They all laughed at this, but finally concluded to be birds, and build
nests, but why they should take leaves in their mouths and climb up and
down the ladder no mortal could tell, and indeed this proved too tedious
a play, and they all sat on the roof to decide what should be done next.
Suddenly Dimple cried out, "What is that sticking out of your pocket,
Bubbles?"
Bubbles quickly thrust whatever it was back into her pocket, and was
about to get down from the roof, when Dimple held her.
"Pull it out, Florence," she cried. "I believe it is a piece of my
dotted swiss."
And so it was. Bubbles had been consumed with envy ever since Rubina and
Celestine had been dressed in white, and wanted her doll to look as
well.
"You wicked girl! where did you get it?" asked Dimple, fiercely.
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