"
"He has gone to see your mamma, I think. And oh, Rock! we are going to
be bridesmaids, you and I. No, I mean I am going to be bridesmaid, and
you groomsman."
"Yes, and something else I know, too," said Rock. "While mamma goes on
her wedding trip I am to come here to stay."
"Oh! Rock," exclaimed Dimple, clapping her hands, "that will be lovely,
too. How long?"
"Three days, I think."
"Won't we have good times?" laughed Dimple, dancing up and down. "Do
come sit down and talk about it. Are you glad you are going to have my
Uncle Heath for your papa?"
"Yes, indeed," said Rock.
"And are you going to live here?"
"No, in Baltimore."
"Oh, dear, that is all that spoils it."
"Never mind," said Rock. "I shouldn't wonder if we were to come here
summers, and I'll tell you, Dimple, maybe your mother will let you come
visit us next winter, and I will take you sleighing."
That comforted Dimple somewhat.
"Where is the wedding to be? I never thought to ask," said she.
"At church, at half-past nine Thursday morning. Then we come back to
your house to breakfast, and mamma and Mr. Dallas go away on the twelve
o'clock train."
"When you say Mr. Dallas I think you mean my papa," said Dimple. "I wish
you would call Uncle Heath papa."
"But he isn't my papa yet."
"Well, three days doesn't make much difference, and you need only say it
to me.
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