May we have half a dozen?"
Mrs. Dallas smiled. "Yes, but you must not ask Sylvy or Bubbles to get
them for you."
"I'll get them if you will tell me where they are."
"They are down in the cellar. Please, Dimple, don't bother me again. Try
to play without coming up after things all the time."
"Yes, mamma," Dimple replied, very meekly. "I wouldn't have come this
time if it had been for anything but the bandits."
Mrs. Dallas let her go, and then called her back, for she had seen a
little wistful look in the child's face when her mother spoke shortly.
"Come, kiss me, dear," she said. "I want you to know that you are quite
welcome to the potatoes. They will make very inexpensive and harmless
playthings, and I hope your bandits will turn out just as you want them
to."
Dimple gave her a grateful hug.
"You may stop in the kitchen and get a turnover apiece for you three
children. Tell Sylvy I said you might."
"Oh, mamma, how dear you are," and the happy little face disappeared.
The six potato-headed bandits proved most venturesome creatures, and
kept their captive safe from her would-be rescuers, till she was
redeemed by the payment of a hundred pieces of gold, represented by
buttercup petals, and the morning passed so quickly that the children
could scarcely believe it, when Bubbles came--as they had told her to
do--to tell them it was time to set the dinner-table.
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