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"Dotty," said grandma, rising with a smile, "if you sent for me to ask me such foolish questions as these, I must really beg to be excused. I have a pudding to make for dinner." "Grandma, O, grandma," cried Dotty, seizing her skirts, "I have something to say, now truly; something real sober. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Parlin, encouragingly.

"Such a cunning little pearl!" remarked Prudy, still admiring the ring; "how glad I should be if you'd wish it on to my finger, Dotty!" "They 'bused me, Prudy Parlin, and you know it." "Only till night, Dotty Dimple. Just wish it on till night." "Well, there," exclaimed Dotty, at last; "hold out your finger if you can't stop teasing.

I'll pay her for it, now you see!" You may be sure Prudy did not worry her little brains about it at all. Her mother was brushing her hair next morning for school, and Mr. Parlin said, "Don't you think she's too little to go to school, mother? I don't care about her learning to read yet awhile." Mrs. Parlin smiled in a droll way.

"There, there!" said Prudy, coming to the rescue, "you needn't do a single thing, Dotty, if you don't want to. We didn't know but you'd like to play be weighed, you can squeal so be-you-tifully!" "I know I can squeal just like a rubber doll; but s'posin' they should let me fall off the yardstick where'd I go to then?" "O, but they wouldn't!" "Of course they would, Prudy Parlin.

Parlin in a print wrapper, with a linen collar at the throat, her hair as smooth as satin; the three little girls all neatly dressed, and all happy but Dotty. Susy's mocking-bird hung in a cage by one of the windows, and "brother Zip" was lounging in an arm-chair, catching flies.

When Prudy was four years old, she teased to go to school, and her mother decided to let her go until she grew tired of it. "O, dear!" sighed Susy, the first day she took her; "she'll talk out loud, I just about know she will, she's such a little chatter-box." "Poh; no I shan't," said Prudy. "I ain't a checker-box, Susy Parlin; but you are!

And she went, as a matter of course; but the pavements were a little slippery from sleet; and Prudy, who was never a famous walker, had as much as she could do, even with the help of her father's hand, to keep from falling. "Why, Prudy," said Mr. Parlin, "what ails you this morning? You limp so much that I believe you need crutches."

"My dee gamma, I so solly you's sick!" said she, stroking Mrs. Parlin's face, and picking open her eyelids. But after patting and "pooring" the dear lady for some time, she thought she had made her "all well," and then was anxious to get away. Mrs. Parlin wished to keep her up stairs as long as possible, because Ruth had a toothache. "Shan't I tell you a story, dear?" said she.

Wish I knew which way I should expect Dotty to go, and then I'd know she'd gone just the other way." After flitting hither and thither for some time, Susy ran home to give the alarm. Without stopping to remove the jelly from the stove, Mrs. Parlin, Norah, and Prudy ran out of doors, and taking different directions, started in search of the missing child.

"Pete Grimes did that with his hobnail, cowhide boots!" said Eddy, sternly. "With his hammer, you mean," interposed Charley. "With his boot, sir," persisted Eddy, with increasing eloquence. "Didn't I see him, me and Dan Murphy? Didn't we stand there by the coal-bin, sir? He booted him well, Mis' Parlin. I'll tell you where he did it; here on the left side, ma'am. Look where the hair sticks up!