"I will," said Dimple, choking up.
"Don"t cry," said both Rock and Florence, coaxingly.
"No, I will not, I made up my mind not to, because mamma might think I didn"t love her," answered Dimple, while her tears slowly trickled down her cheeks.
At last all was ready,--doll, kittens, and boxes, and the good-byes were said. Bubbles and Dimple at the gate waved handkerchiefs as long as they could see the carriage.
Then Dimple turned slowly into the house, unable to keep back the torrent of tears, and after she went into the library she buried her face in the sofa pillow, sobbing aloud; then she felt a pair of arms clasp her knees and saw two tearful black eyes looking up into her face, while Bubbles" caressing voice said, "Never min", Miss Dimple, I"se hyah."