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Shall I tell you which is which, or let you guess?" "Let us Sherlock it out!" exclaimed Geordie Knapp. "I know you're Miss Steele because you mentioned yourself last." "Right!" and Dotty clapped her hands in admiration of his quickness. "Now, which am I?" "Rosy Posy!" declared Ted Hosmer, little thinking he had guessed correctly, but saying so because of Dotty's pink cheeks.
The children did not always understand her, however; and you shall see hereafter how Dotty's queer little brain grew befogged. The last clause of one of her verses to-day was this: "The Lord loveth a cheerful giver."
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."
These frocks are good enough. But, Dolly, DO you? do you know anything, ANYTHING at all, about the earring?" Dolly was sitting on the edge of her little white bed. At Dotty's reiteration of her query, Dolly threw her head down on the pillow and hid her face. "Do you?" repeated Dotty, her voice now tinged with fear. Dolly sat upright and looked at her.
"The whole affair is irritating," returned the secretary, "but it is now in a way to be cleared up, I think. We shall hear from Miss Fayre's parents, I'm sure." "What IS going on?" spoke up Alicia from the doorway, and she and Bernice came into the room. "I know we're forbidden up here, but Dotty's here, so we came, too. What's the matter?" "Dolly's gone home," said Mr.
Susy's fair arms were bared to the elbows, and her face was deeply flushed. Dotty's beautiful eyes danced, but she herself was motionless and demure. When they landed, Susy called aloud for her aunt Martha to come and secure the boat. Her voice echoed from afar, waking "the sleep of the hills," but no aunt Martha appeared.
And Dotty's overwrought nerves gave way and she burst into violent sobbing. "Well, crying won't do any good, Dot," and Dolly drew a long sigh; "I don't blame you for crying, 'cause I know you can't help it. But I can't seem to cry, I'm too too flattened out." Dolly looked the picture of disheartened woe, but it was not her nature to give way to tears.
Then you can ride again, for I'm going as far as Munjoy." So saying, the man took Prudy out in his arms. She knew it was rather odd for a little girl like her to be going around to people's back doors with a stranger in a blue blouse; but it was all for Dotty's sake. The man knocked with the handle of his whip, and a neat-looking servant girl appeared.
Don't you want to sit right down in this iron chair?" Dotty's bright eyes flashed. "Don't you pity me, Flossy! Now 'top it!" "How shall we ever get her home?" thought the two older sisters, in alarm; for they saw by the motion of Dotty's elbows, that she had made up her mind to queen it over the whole company.
"O, no, grandma I don't; because she doesn't need it! I wish she'd give me ten cents, for I do need it; I haven't but a tinty, tonty mite." Here Dotty threw herself on the sofa, the picture of despair. Grandma was perplexed. Had she been pouring ideas into Dotty's mind too fast? What should she say next? "My dear little girl, suppose Prudy should lose some of your money what then?"
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