India-rubber baby with a very cracked face, and a rag body that had
once sported a china head, and now had no head of any kind; but it was
nicely dressed, and there were red shoes on the feet; and it answered
Tot's purpose very well.

"Dese my 'itty dirls," said Tot, as Diddie received her, "an' I tome
in de bumberbuss."

"What is your name?" asked Diddie.

"I name-- I name-- I name-- Miss Gin-house," said Tot, who had
evidently never thought of a name, and had suddenly decided upon
gin-house, as her eye fell upon that object.

"No, no, Tot, that's a thing; that ain't no name for folks," said
Diddie. "Let's play you're Mrs. Bunker Hill; that's a nice name."

"Yes, I name Miss Unker Bill," said the gentle little girl, who rarely
objected to playing just as the others wished. Miss "Unker Bill" was
shown to her room; and now Riar came out, shaking her hand up and
down, and saying, "Ting-er-ling-- ting-er-ling-- ting-er-ling!" That
was the dinner-bell, and they all assembled around a table that Riar
had improvised out of a piece of plank supported on two bricks, and
which was temptingly set out with mud pies and cakes and green leaves,
and just such delicacies as Riar and Diddie could pick up.

As soon as Mrs. Washington laid eyes on the mud cakes and pies, she
exclaimed,

"Oh, Diddie, I'm er goin' ter be the cook, an' make the pies an'