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Updated: June 29, 2025
Without stopping to think twice, Prudy ran off with trembling haste, and by the time the astonished soap-boiler missed her she had reached Congress Street, and was still running. The first thing she saw, as she entered her own door, was the fluttering of Dotty's pink dress. The runaway was safe and sound.
It was not because she wished to hear any of Dotty's brilliant stories, for she had not asked a single question about Out West; it was because she hoped for a reprieve from the dreaded knitting. "She's a real naughty little girl," thought Miss Dimple; "and if she hadn't hided my hat, I'd go right home." There was a heavy tread on the stairs. Mrs.
Don't you think that hen is very slow and very lazy?" Mrs. Parlin knew her little granddaughter had not called her out of the kitchen merely to ask about the poultry. She seated herself on the sofa, and drew Dotty's head into her lap. "Please look at my knitting-work, grandma. Shall I seam that stitch or plain it?" "You are doing very well," said Mrs.
You're going to have a cup of hot broth and a good rest and perhaps a nap, and you'll wake up just as bright and happy as ever." And Mrs. Rose's treatment was just what Dolly needed. She slept an hour or more and then awoke to find Dotty's black eyes gazing into her own. "You beautiful, splendid Dollyrinda!" she exclaimed.
I kept my own ticket right in my glove, and took 'most the whole care of myself. Went to the Blind 'Sylum; found a pearl in an oyster; been 'way down in a coal mine; and and " "Come to my house, won't you, and tell me all about it?" said Lina Rosenberg, looking as beguiling as possible, and taking Dotty's unresisting hand.
Prudy, who had no more temper than a humming-bird, and Susy, who was only moderately fretful once in a while, were made very unhappy by Dotty's dreadful behavior. At such times as I describe, they even looked guilty, and cast down their eyes, for they could not help feeling their sister's conduct as a family disgrace.
"Where did you come from?" said Mr. Parlin, kissing a clean place on Dotty's black face, and laughing under his breath. "I came through the cellar window, papa." "Through the cellar window, child?" "Yes, papa; I didn't s'pose you'd care!" "Care! My dear, your mother is the one to care! Just look at your stockings!"
But the mothers of the two girls would not let any of the young people go up to Dotty's room lest the excitement be too much for her. After the usual quota of rockets and Roman candles there were more elaborate pieces which flamed into fire pictures against the summer sky.
The girls both wore suits of blue serge, made similarly, but not exactly alike; Dotty's being trimmed with black satin and collar and cuffs of fine white embroidery, while Dotty's was enlivened by accessories of bright plaid silk and tiny gilt buttons. The trip was a pleasant one, and they reached New York next morning in time for luncheon. This Mr.
"But my mamma never 'lows me to wear window curtains, and I sha'n't be a tolly-blow 'thout I can wear my white dress with red spots, and a big bosom-pin in!" "And a shaker," suggested one of the girls. "I didn't know before that Susy Parlin had such a bad sister." This was too much. Dotty's head was on fire.
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