"Shall I fill up the cave?" Rock asked.
"Oh no, we might want to use it again," Dimple decided. "That was such a
lovely, exciting play, Rock."
"Then we'd better cover up the cave. Some one might step in it, and get
hurt."
After hunting around, an old battered tin pan was found, which was laid
over the entrance, but, alas! it was not proof against Bubbles'
unfairy-like tread, for she stepped on it that very evening, and down
she went, but, as luck had it, she did nothing worse than scratch her
toes upon the very rough body of the bandit chief; although, be it
confessed, he fared worse by the encounter than she did, for he had both
legs broken beyond hope of saving. The next morning he was carefully
carried away to a hospital and devotedly nursed by one of Dimple's
dolls; but he never recovered, though he lingered for several days. His
funeral was quite a magnificent affair, and he was buried with proper
ceremonies under the very tree upon which he originally grew.
CHAPTER X
The Picnic
The children awoke on the morning of the day set for the picnic, to
view, with anxious eyes, a grey sky.
"Oh, if it should rain, wouldn't it be just too bad for anything," said
Florence. "I should be so dreadfully disappointed, shouldn't you,
Dimple?"
"Yes, I am afraid so," returned Dimple, despondently, watching the smoke
rising from a distant chimney.
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