"I'll tell you what we'll do," said Rock. "We'll dig a cave over here,
and we'll pretend a company of bandits live in it, and they will
capture one of your dolls. Then we will go to the rescue."
"Who'll be the bandits?"
"Why, let me see. We'll take sticks of wood; little branches with two
prongs, like this; they make the legs, you see; and then we'll stick on
something round for the heads, turnips or onions or something like
that."
"There aren't any turnips this time of year," returned Dimple, "and
onions smell so strong. We can get potatoes, though, and they have eyes,
so I should think they would make very good heads."
Rock laughed. "So they will."
"I'll go and see if mamma will let me have--how many?"
"Oh, half a dozen or so."
Dimple started for the house; then suddenly remembered that she had
promised not to bother her mother, and she stood still for a moment. But
the idea of the bandits was too alluring, and so she proceeded to the
house, putting her head timidly in at the dining-room door, where her
mother was still busy.
"Mamma," she said, "are potatoes very expensive?"
"No, not very. What a funny question. Did you come all the way in here
to ask that?"
"No, mamma, not exactly; but do they cost too much for you to give us
half a dozen for our bandits?"
"For your bandits! What do you mean?"
"Why, we are going to have a lovely play--Rock made it up--and we can't
have any bandits unless we have heads for them, and I said potatoes
would do, because they have eyes.
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