"Yes. Oh! Florence, he is so nice."
"Is he young or old?"
"Not so very old, about forty, I think; he is two years older than
papa, but he looks older; he has grey hair, a little bit grey, not very,
and he looks like papa, only he has blue eyes.
"I wonder why he is coming," mused Dimple. "Now I think of it. I heard
papa say yesterday, 'I am so glad for dear old Heath.' I wonder why.
Don't grown folks know lots of things, Florence? And we have to just
guess and wonder till they choose to tell us.
"Never mind, I am going to sleep, and I shall ask him myself to-morrow.
Just think, Florence, he is in the cars now, and they are steaming
along, coming nearer and nearer, while we lie still here and sleep.
Good-night," and she turned over and was soon fast asleep.
CHAPTER XI
An Uncle and a Wedding
Dimple was up betimes the next morning. Creeping quietly out of bed, she
left Florence sound asleep.
"Mamma," she whispered, softly, as she opened her mamma's door, "what
time is it? Has Uncle Heath come?"
"It is half-past six," said her mamma, "and Uncle Heath will be here in
half an hour."
"May I put on my blue frock?"
"Yes."
Dimple slipped back, and was not long in dressing. Florence sleepily
opened her eyes as Dimple was ready to leave the room.
"Oh Dimple, are you dressed?" she said, sitting up in bed.
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