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Dotty's chin drooped, and rested in the hollow of her neck. "I don't want to tell you, mamma." "Like murder, my child." Dotty shuddered, though she had known this before. Her mother had often read to her from the Bible, that "whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer." "Well, there was no one to love this poor Harriet; she was not lovable."
More than that, she was anxious, for private reasons, to hold Dotty, so she might not have to knit so much. She knew, too, that her mother was proud to have such a well-bred little girl in the house. So she would not give up Dotty's hat.
"Oh, Dotty, I can't believe it!" said Bernice. "He didn't act like a thief this morning. He was more like an avenging justice." "That's just his smartness! Make it seem as if we did it, you know." "Nothing in it," and Dolly smiled at Dotty's theory. "He wasn't here yesterday, at all. He didn't know that I hooked the old thing on my waist, oh, I WISH I hadn't done that!"
"Where is the-girl-that-has-the-party's house?" thought she, under her bonnet. "Well, it's by the stone lions, 'most up to the North Pole. Now, Zippy, if we keep a-goin' we shall get there, and we'll see some girls out by the door." Zip wagged his faithful tail, which was quite hidden under the cloak, and they both trudged on, Dotty's heart quivering with wicked delight.
And I should fall right into the tolly-blow that's where I should fall to." "O, pshaw!" exclaimed Percy, coming into the corner where his cousins stood; "if cousin Dimple has got into one of her contrary fits, it's of no use teasing. You might as well try to move the side of the house." This cutting speech was all that was needed to complete Dotty's ill humor.
Soon her little sister Eugenia came bounding in. She, too, was in a kimono and she gave a jump and landed with a spring in the middle of Dotty's carefully arranged couch pillows. "Genie!" cried her sister, "get off of there!" "Won't!" and Genie bounced up and down on the springs of the couch. "Get off, I tell you!" "Won't, I tell you!"
Dotty's more excitable nature had been thoroughly upset by the shock of the accident, the pain of her injury and the remorse that she felt at feeling herself responsible for the tragedy. Her screams were hysterical and the efforts of her mother, her aunt and the nurse to quiet her were alike unavailing. "I've killed my Dolly!
Should they stand there and be struck by lightning, or try to go on, and only sink deeper and deeper till they choked and drowned? Never in all Dotty's little life had she been in such a strait as this. She cried so loud that her voice was heard above the storm, in unearthly shrieks. She didn't want to die! O, it was so nice to be alive!
I didn't ever know which way to go, and now I'm sure I don't know so well as I did in the first place. If I step any more, perhaps I'll step into some molasses." Dotty's meditations were becoming more confused than ever. Now it was not only ghosts, but jam and jelly which went to make up the terrors of the situation. But she was growing desperate. She groped right and left, saying to herself,
"I don't like baker's bread. I like daily bread." But this was all the remark she made during the whole meal. At last she ceased eating, coughing, and drumming: there was a "flash of silence." Everybody looked up. Dotty's eyes were closed, and her head was swaying from side to side, like a heavy apple stuck on a knitting needle she was fast asleep.
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