"What for?" again asked Mr. Dallas.
"I done stole," said Bubbles, solemnly.
"And she did it to punish you?"
"Yas, sah."
Mr. Dallas could not avoid smiling, but he said, "Go along into the house, and tell Mrs. Dallas about it. By the way, didn"t you see any one looking for you?"
"No, sah. I was clean tuckered a waitin", and I went to sleep. "Specs they came then mebbe."
"Well, go along," he said, and Bubbles started for the house, while he went to bring home the girls.
CHAPTER VI
The Tea-Party
When the carriage left the house Mrs. Hardy directed the driver to go through one of the pleasant roads leading from the town.
"Which is your favorite drive, Dimple?" she asked.
"Oh, Pleasant Valley and Big Run," answered she. "Don"t you think so?"
"I hardly know," said Mrs. Hardy. "I have been around so little; you will have to be our guide and tell us the pretty places."
Dimple felt quite important, and chatted away at a great rate.
"Didn"t Rock make our dolls pretty hats?" she asked. "Mrs. Hardy, I wish he were my brother. He couldn"t be, could he? Even if he could only be my cousin, I should like it."
Mrs. Hardy looked at Rock, who laughed and said, "That is more likely than the other."
"I don"t see how," said Dimple.
"You will see," said Rock. But at a look from his mother he was silent.
They leaned back on the soft cushions, breathing the sweet air, spicy with the scent of the pines through which they were driving.
At Big Run they all begged to get out, to see if there were any fish in the water. They clambered about on the bank and over the stones, till Mrs. Hardy told them it was too late to stop longer, and they drove toward town.
After they had reached the house where Rock and his mother were boarding, they took off their hats and were ready for tea. They wondered if they were all to sit with Mrs. Brisk"s family at the table, and dreaded it a little. However, when Rock said, "Come this way, girls,"
they were a little mystified, for he took them out into the garden.
Under a trellised summerhouse there was set a little table for three, and on the bench a very small table with two little chairs.
"That is for the dolls," explained Rock.
"Oh, Rock!" exclaimed the girls. "Where did they come from? Did you make them?"
"Yes," said he. "Do you like them?"
"They are perfect," said Florence. "Dimple, do see how nicely Celestine sits up to the table."
"And Rubina, too," said Dimple, as she took off her doll"s hat. "Don"t they look lovely? Look, Rock. What a boy you are."
Rock laughed, and they turned to their own table, which had a tiny bouquet by each plate and a pyramid of fruit in the centre.
The long drive had given them all an appet.i.te, and they did full justice to the croquettes, m.u.f.fins and fried potatoes before they thought of the jelly, fruit and cake.
"How will we get our chairs and table home?" said Florence.
"I will take them to-morrow," said Rock.
"Oh, no," said Dimple. "It was enough for you to make them, without taking them home, too."
"Well," said Rock, "if the cabinetmaker can"t take home his own goods, I think it is a pity."
The girls laughed, and so the matter rested.
"What shall we do now?" asked Rock. "Will you look at pictures, or play games, or what?"
Dimple looked at Florence, and Florence looked at Dimple.
"I think pictures are nice in winter, when you can"t be out of doors,"
said Florence, who never could get enough of out of doors.
So they concluded to play out of doors.
"What nice long gra.s.s this is," said Dimple. "We could almost hide ourselves. We might play we were rabbits, and hop about and make nests."
"Let"s hide ourselves," cried Florence. "I speak for first count.
""Onery Twoery, d.i.c.kery Day, Illava, Lullava, Lackava Lay, One condemn the American line.
Umny b.u.mny, Twenty-nine.
Fillason, Folloson, Nicholas John.
Queevy, Quavy, English Navy, Signum, Sangnum, Buck!"
"You"re out," she sang out to Rock and then went again rapidly over the count, making herself "It."
Then Dimple and Rock stole softly off to hide themselves, while Florence covered her eyes by a tree.
"Whoop!" called Dimple, presently.
"Whoop!" called Rock, a moment later.
And Florence went in search of them, but before she found them, she discovered something else and called out: