A Sweet Little Maid (el. knyga) (skaityta knyga) | knygos.lt

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"Is yuh asleep, Miss Dimple?" "No," said Dimple, drowsily. "I'm are." "Why, Bubbles," replied Dimple, "if you were asleep you wouldn't be talking." "Folks talks in their sleep sometimes, Miss Dimple," answered Bubbles, opening her black eyes. "Well, maybe they do, but your eyes are open now." "I have heerd of people sleepin' with their eyes open," returned Bubbles, nothing abashed. "O, Bubbles, I don't believe it; for that is how to go to sleep; mamma says, 'shut your eyes and go to sleep, ' she never says, 'open your eyes and go to sleep;' so there!" Bubbles sat thoughtfully looking at her toes, having nothing to say when Dimple brought her mamma into the question. "I'll tell you what, Bubbles," said Dimple, after a moment's pause, rising from the long grass where the two had been sitting. "Let's play Indian. You make such a lovely Indian, just like a real one. I am almost afraid of you when you are painted up, and have feathers in your head." Bubbles grinned at the compliment