I've seen Sylvy do it often, and I know
exactly how. Do, do let us, mamma."
It seemed too bad to dampen their ardor, and Mrs. Dallas, rather
dubiously, consented, but charged them not to eat under cooked dough, or
raw apples.
Every one was up betimes the next morning. Sylvy had set everything in
readiness for breakfast, and had taken an early departure, and Mrs.
Dallas was to leave on the nine o'clock train.
"I shall be back by eight o'clock," she told the children. "Don't set
the house afire, and don't make yourselves ill."
"Now, don't worry over us," said Dimple, loftily; "we shall do finely."
But she did feel a little sinking of heart as her mamma's form was lost
to view, and the two girls turned from the gate.
"I wish Rock were not going with them," remarked Dimple. "It would be
nice to have him here."
"I don't think it would," replied Florence; "we'd have to entertain him,
and maybe he doesn't like 'apple cobbler.'"
"That is true," returned Dimple, her spirits rising at the suggestion
of some active employment. "Now let us go and make the beds, while
Bubbles does the dishes." And they set to work, with much chattering, to
follow out this duty.
"There, now, it looks as neat as possible," pronounced Dimple, as she
closed the shutters to keep out the glaring sun.
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