At this Florence's eyes filled up, and she put her arms around Dimple,
and they cried together, while it took Mrs. Dallas, Rock, and Mr.
Dallas, all three, to comfort them.
"You will soon be going to school, Dimple," said her papa, "and then you
will have ever so many playmates."
"And you are coming to see us next winter," said Rock.
"And you will have mamma left, anyhow," said her mother, hugging her up
close.
So among them all, the tears were dried; and before dinner was over,
they were all laughing as joyously as ever.
The only excitement left was to watch for the arrival of Rock's papa
and mamma, who were to come that evening.
In the meantime, while Rock and Florence were reading, Dimple heard
Bubbles her Sunday lesson. She always taught her one of the hymns she
had herself learned, and a Bible verse or two.
Bubbles was not very quick at learning the verses, but delighted in the
hymns, and sang them with Dimple, with great vigor.
This afternoon, however, it was quite wearisome to Dimple, for her cry
had given her a headache, and she cut the lesson very short so as to get
back to Rock and Florence.
"I shouldn't like to be a teacher," she said, throwing herself down on
the lounge.
"I should," said Florence. "I love my teacher at school dearly; she is
the sweetest, dearest thing, we girls almost fight over her.
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