Did I look all right?"
"Yes; as lovely as possible, and I never should have thought you were
frightened. What did you do with the flowers? And, oh Dimple, who had
the lovely little figure on top of the cake?"
"I know," said Rock. "I heard mamma tell Dimple's mother that the
bridesmaid ought to have that; and I think so, too."
"Oh!" said Dimple. "I think you ought to have it, Rock."
"No, indeed. That would be a fine way to do, I must say. It is to be
yours. Mamma said so, and that settles it."
"Well," said Dimple. "But I have so much, it seems to me. Florence,
isn't it funny for Rock to have a new papa? Everything turns out so
oddly. Don't you know how provoked we were that day when Bubbles told us
that mamma was bringing a boy out to see us?"
"And now that boy is your cousin," said Rock.
"Yes; and I am glad, too," replied Dimple, giving his hand a little
affectionate pat. "I never knew boys could be so nice, till I saw you."
Rock laughed. "That's a pretty big compliment," he said.
"It isn't a compliment; it's the truth."
"And a compliment can't be the truth, I suppose?"
"Why, I don't know. Can it?"
"Of course; though just flattering words aren't always the truth. I've
heard ladies who came to see mamma say, 'What a sweet child your little
one is!'" Rock said this very affectedly, and the girls laughed.
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