"
"We'll be good as possible, mamma, but just one more question: are you
going to take Bubbles?"
"I hadn't thought of it."
"Oh, do, please; she'd be a lot of help, and she'd simply jump out of
her skin if she thought she would be allowed to go."
"Then we'd better let her stay in her skin. She would be very
uncomfortable without it, even in this warm weather."
"Please, mamma."
Mrs. Dallas considered for a moment, and then said: "Well, yes, upon the
whole, I think it would be rather a good plan, but she must not neglect
her work to-day. If she gets through all that she has to do by the time
we start she may go, but not otherwise. She will have extra work to-day,
because Sylvy is more than usually busy."
"May we help her a little bit? We could clean the knives, and shell the
peas."
"I think that would be very kind if you did."
"And may we tell her?"
"If you like."
The two little girls ran off to where Bubbles was washing out dish
towels by the kitchen door. "Bubbles! Bubbles! You are going on a
picnic," cried Dimple.
Bubbles dropped the dish towel she was dousing up and down in the water.
"Me, Miss Dimple? Me? Who say so?"
"Mamma. There is to be a picnic to-morrow, and you are to go along with
us. Aren't you glad?"
"Hm! Hm! I reckon I is. All dem cakes an' pies an' good eatin's, an' I
gwine have some fo' dey gits mashed up an' soft, an' I gwine wait on de
ladies and gent'mans.
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