"I
don't feel as if I wanted any supper, do you, Florence?"
"Not now," replied Florence; "but your mamma will want some."
"Oh, well, Bubbles can attend to it," decided Dimple. "I'm tired of
seeing dishes and dabs. What shall we do next, Florence?"
"We haven't cleared up the porch yet. Mr. Star is out there and all the
pieces."
"Sure enough. Well, we'll get those put away, and then we can dress. I
wonder what became of the crazy man."
"Why do you remind me of him?" said Florence, plaintively. "I had almost
forgotten, and now I shall dream of him."
"I don't believe he was crazy," said Dimple. "I suppose he had something
to sell. I thought so at the time, but I began, to get scared and
couldn't stop. Roll up Mr. Star, Florence, we may want him again. There!
I have the bag and all the rest of the things. You bring Mr. Star and
the dolls."
Just here came a "Hallo!" from around the corner of the house. The
children gave a suppressed scream which changed into a hearty laugh
when Rock appeared; and with words tumbling over each other they began
to give a breathless recital of the day's experiences which amused Rock
vastly.
"But how did you happen to be here?" the girls remembered at last to
ask. "We thought you had gone to the city."
"No, I didn't go after all. Mr.
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