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Strange to tell, there was a swarm of bees in the chimney, instead of "a spin-wheel." Abner at once mounted to the roof of the house, and peeped into the chimney. A nice, cosy beehive it made, filled to the throat with waxen cells. Dotty bore her sufferings sweetly, being sustained by the promise of a large box of honey, by and by. "Bees have a 'sweet, sweet home, I think," said Susy.
No matter how naughty I am, and spoil weddings, they don't say, 'You hateful thing!" "Would it make you a better child, do you think, Dotty, to be scolded when you do wrong?" "Why, no, indeed, mamma. It's all that makes me not be the wickedest girl in this city, is 'cause you are so good to me; I know it is." Mrs. Parlin kissed the little mouth that said these sweet words.
If there's anything bad she can do, she goes right off and does it." "Hush, my child." "Yes'm, I won't say any more, only I don't think my mother would like to have me play with little girls that take money out of rag-bags." Dotty drew herself up again in a very stately way.
"He thinks it's a live baby!" cried Tod, roaring with laughter. "Oh, Dotty, what a joke! Keep it up! Pretend it is." Willingly enough, Dotty caught at the idea and began wringing her hands and screaming frantically.
Grandma was not there, or, if she was, she must be very sound asleep. O, dear, dear! And here were Dotty and her father come home a day earlier than they were expected; and instead of giving the family a joyful surprise, they had a surprise themselves, only not a joyful one, by any means. How impolite it was in everybody, how unkind, to go away!
How many times I've pushed you and Dotty in that swing when it seemed as if it would break my back!" Flyaway looked out. There stood the two trees, and between them hung the old swing; but the charm was forgotten. In the field beyond, her eye fell on an object more interesting to her. "O, O," said she, "I don't see how God could make a man so homebly as that!" "So homely as what?"
Prudy suddenly hid her face under the sheet. The absurdity of little Dotty's ideas had driven the sleep out of her eyes. "It would do very well for a name for a very queer boy," said she, stifling a laugh; "but a torrent generally means the Niagara Falls." "Does it?" said Dotty; "who told you so? But I guess I shall call him by it just the same though if his father is willing."
She's a hummer, that girl, and I'll bet you in camp she'll run wild. You'll have to hold her back a little." Dolly's parents gave her practically the same advice. But they felt little fear of Dolly's likelihood of rushing into madcap adventures even if Dotty urged it. For Dolly was slow of movement and slower still in making up her mind; while Dotty was quick as a flash in thought and action.
"O, my suz," said Dotty, clapping her hands, which had any amount of dimples on the backs; "we're goin'!" "Of course we're going!" said Susy, proudly. "What did you expect? I can do five times as well with a shingle as Lonnie can with a paddle. What do you suppose aunt Martha'll say? 'Bravo! those are smart children, to be rowing all alone, by themselves'!"
After tethering his horse to the fence and vaulting himself over it, he shook me and informed me I was as sound asleep as a log, and had required no end of waking. My hair tumbled down. I accused him of disarranging it, and ordered him to repair the damage. He couldn't make out what was the matter with it, only that "It looks a bit dotty." "Men are queer creatures," I returned.
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