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Johnny, heedless of the threat, tried again to force open Bunny's stiff mouth, Dotty's beautiful eyes blazed. Without a word she walked off proudly to the kitchen, and came back with a handful of cold ashes, which she freely sifted into Johnny's flaxen hair. Mrs. Parlin saw that it was high time to take her youngest daughter home.
Eastman, and Mr. and Mrs. Parlin, were busy enough from morning till night, day after day, searching for missing goods, and aiding the sufferers from the fire. The Eastman mansion was left to the tender mercies of the five children the Parlins, and Florence, and Johnny. Master Percy would probably look insulted if he were to be classed among the children.
Parlin and her three children were standing, glad to find themselves together once more, after the night of confusion. Grandma Read, who was as patient as her daughter, "tried to gather into stillness," and settle herself as soon as possible to her Bible. But the change from the Sabbath-like quiet of her old room to the confusion of this noisy dwelling must have tried her severely. Mr. and Mrs.
"Now is the time," said she to herself; and without waiting for a second thought, which would have been a worse one, she sprang out of bed, and caught Mrs. Parlin by the skirts. "That money is yours, Mrs. Parlin," said she, bravely. "Yours; I found it in the rag-bag. Something naughty came into me this morning, and made me want to keep it; but I'm ever so sorry, and never'll do it again.
I often do that; but my blows wouldn't kill a fly." After a little more conversation Mr. Parlin was satisfied that no real cruelty had been used towards Wings. Susy's heart rose like a feather. "Always wait till you hear both sides of a story!" said Mr. Parlin, as he and his daughter walked home. "Just the words mother said this very day," cried Susy, skipping lightly over the paving-stones.
I shan't talk in school, nor I shan't whisper, never in my world!" When they got home that night, Mrs. Parlin asked if Prudy had whispered in school. "No, ma'am. I never done such a thing I guess. Did I, Susy? How much I didn't talk to you, don't you know?" "O, she was pretty good, mother," said Susy; "but she cried once so I had to go out with her." "Now, Susy Parlin, you told me to cry!
Parlin, presently. "Yes, grandma; the berries are just as thick." "O, just as fick!" repeated Katie, clapping her hands. "In the Crossman orchard," added Dotty. "Prosser Horcher," put in Katie, choking a little at the large words. "May her, gamma?" Now, Dotty knew, as her grandmother did not, that there were two orchards; and the one she meant was a mile and a half away.
"My name is Alice Parlin, and I am six years old." "Why, I am nine; and see your head! only comes under my chin." "Of course it doesn't," replied Dotty, with some spirit. "I wouldn't be as tall as you are for anything, and me only six going on seven." "I suppose your paw is rich, and good to you, and you have everything you want don't you, Alice?"
Parlin had brought her home, to keep her out of the way of Mrs. Clifford, who was still quite ill. The first thing which roused Dotty to consciousness was a feeling of suffocation. O, was she in the bay? Was she drowning? Something lay very close over her mouth; but it was not water: in fact it was a pillow; and on the pillow sat little Katie with her whole weight.
She never again saw a silk handkerchief without shaking it to make sure there was not a baby under it. It was a long while before the friends could decide upon a name for this beautiful stranger. "For my part I have no choice," said Mr. Parlin, "and only one remark to make; call the child by her right name, whatever it may be, for I am very much opposed to pet names, of all sorts."
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