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Dotty was driving ducks, and did not see her mother and sisters when they started. "Where is they, Nono? And where's Prudy?" "Gone walking. Your mamma told you they were going," replied Norah, setting a basin of water and a brush and comb on the stand. "Well, Prudy's runned away," cried Dotty, "Naughty girl; made out o' dirt!" "Come here, Miss Dimple, and let me brush your hair."
While Prudy was in Indiana visiting the Cliffords, and in the midst of her trials with mosquitoes, she said one day, "I wouldn't cry, Aunt 'Ria, only my heart's breaking. The very next person that ever dies, I wish they'd ask God to please stop sending these awful skeeters. I can't bear 'em any longer, now, certainly." There was a look of utter despair on Prudy's disfigured face.
Dotty was very proud of her "baa, baa," and insisted upon putting it in her bathing tub every morning, and scrubbing it with her own hands. Everybody laughed at Prudy's wild story of the soap-boiler. "We were tired, my feet and I," said she, between laughing and crying; "but I never'd have rode with that whispering man if I'd known he was a bone man!"
"That will be following the Golden Rule; for it's doing unto Dotty as I want Susy to do unto me, when I'm sick." She went quietly up to Dotty, who still stood leaning gloomily against the lounge. The child turned around with a sudden smile. It cheered her to see Prudy's sweet face, which was always sunny with a halo of happy thoughts. "Are you real sick, though, Dotty Dimple?"
Guess there won't anybody think I'm a boy this time," mused she, giving a last glance at the mirror; "there won't anybody laugh, and say, 'How d'ye do, my fine little fellow?" Very well pleased with herself, Dotty dressed "brother Zip" in Prudy's water-proof cloak, and they both stole out by the side door, without being seen. But which way to go Dotty could not tell.
Susy knew that little Prudy's heart must be overflowing with sisterly love to the baby, or she would not be willing to give her the pocket-dress. "She can tuck her candy in it," pursued Prudy; "'tisn't a believe-make, you know; there's a hole clear through. She can tuck her candy in, and her pyunes and pfigs, and teenty apples. Oho!"
She has to lie day after day and suffer. It is very hard for a little girl that loves to play, and can't read, and doesn't know how to pass the time; don't thee think so, Susan?" It was certainly hard. Prudy's round rosy face began to grow pale; and, instead of laughing and singing half the time, she would now lie and cry from pain, or because she really did not know what else to do with herself.
They sat quite still for some minutes, the hot sun glaring on Prudy's bare head with its rings of soft golden hair. "Now, now!" cried she suddenly, "I've got a nibble!" Horace sprang to draw up her line. "I feel it right here on my neck," said the child; "I s'pose it's a fly." "Now, look here," said Horace, rather vexed, "you're a little too bad.
"How d'ye do?" said she, carelessly, to Dotty, and swept by her like a little ship under full sail. "Jennie Vance needn't talk so about her new mother," whispered Prudy, "for she gives her fifty-two new dresses, one for every Sunday." Dotty's brow darkened. Just now it seemed to her one of the greatest trials in the whole world that the dress she wore had been made over from one of Prudy's.
"You're father'll get there," added Dotty; "so I thought I'd tell you." "Your shoestring's untied," said Jennie, coolly. "And I don't care now if you are the richest," said Dotty, stooping to tie the string; "for God loves me just as well when I wear Prudy's old things; and so do all the good people in this town, and the minister too; grandma said so.
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