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"My dee mamma velly sick." "Yes, I know; but where's my mamma? Did she come with you in the cars?" Katie shook her head again. "Who did come with you, then? You didn't come alone?" "No, there was folks." By this time Dotty had sprung out of bed, and was rushing out of the room to learn whether her mother had come. Mrs. Parlin met her at the door.
Parlin opened the nursery door at home, she found Jennie building block houses, to Flyaway's great delight, while at the other end of the room sat Dotty Dimple, resolutely sewing patchwork. "O, grandma," spoke up Flyaway, "Jennie came to see me; she didn't come to see Dotty, 'cause Dotty don't want to talk. There, now, Jennie, make a rat to put in the cupboard. R goes first to rat."
I didn't like to have you laugh, as if you didn't care." "But, Prudy, I want to be honest." "And so you have been, dear child," said grandma Parlin, with an approving smile. "If Prudy chooses now to give you the money, receive it as a present, and say, 'Thank you." "O, thank you, Prudy Parlin, over and over, and up to the moon," cried Dotty, throwing her arms around her kind sister's neck.
"We can all break it to her by degrees," said Mrs. Parlin, twisting her checked apron nervously. When Mrs. Clifford entered the kitchen, she saw at once that something had happened. Her mother, with a flushed face, was opening and shutting the stove door. Margaret was polishing a pie-plate, with tears in her eyes, and Louise had seized a sieve, and appeared to be breaking eggs into it.
Parlin strange that Prudy had never complained of any pain in her side; but the doctor said it was very common for people to suffer from hip-disease, and seem to have only a lame knee. "Hip-disease!" When Mrs. Parlin heard these words, she grew so dizzy, that it was all she could do to keep from fainting.
"O, Dotty Dimple, run into the house this very minute, please to," exclaimed Susy, "and ask mother if she's combing her hair, or anything to come right out here as quick as she can run, and not wait! O, dear, dear, dear! Why, Dotty Dimple Parlin! you haven't started yet! Quick! quick! quick!"
So Dotty crept close to her mother's side, and buried her roguish face behind her head-dress. "Wish you'd please to punish me, mamma," said she; "punish me now; I'm a-goin' to be naughty?" Mrs. Parlin smiled, and reminded Dotty that it was not polite to whisper in company. Then she went on talking with her friends, and Miss Dimple slipped quietly out of the room.
"Alas," thought the good mother, "is this child going to live over again those dreadful days of her babyhood? The Lord give me wisdom to know what to do with her!" Mrs. Parlin soon succeeded in quieting the turbulent Dotty; and deep silence fell upon the wash-room. "My dear little girl," said she, very gently, "I desire you to spend the rest of the morning alone.
I am going to tell you something about a little girl who was always saying and doing funny things, and very often getting into trouble. Her name was Prudy Parlin, and she and her sister Susy, three years older, lived in Portland, in the State of Maine, though every summer they went to Willowbrook, to visit their grandmother.
On Christmas morning, at three o'clock, there was a great bustle and pattering of little feet, and buzzing of little voices trying to speak in whispers. Susy and Prudy were awake and astir. "Where do you s'pose the stockings are?" buzzed Prudy, in a very loud whisper. "Right by the bed-post, Prudy Parlin; and if you don't take care we'll wake everybody up. 'Sh! 'Sh!"
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