Dotty Dimple At Home

ising her eyes, she saw Dotty standing before her, twisting a corner of her apron. The

rl, I am going to

s,

teadily at her

child who let her temp

gain, giving her mother a

ch ashamed. Her face did not look as i

a hardness

hardness i

to the nursery floor if it would open like a trap-do

s Harriet Snow. Her father and mother were both dead. She had occasional fits of tempe

her apron into a hard knot. Th

etty?" said she, trying

right. When I saw her, she was thirteen years old; and you may know, Dotty, that by

lump hands, as if she expect

the wall so violently that there seemed t

his dreadful little girl was wor

she craz

in shook

d anger to stay in her heart, it made her feel bl

d how blind and dizzy she herself had fe

temper. When she had the feeling of hate swelling at her heart,

d, and rested in th

nt to tell

rder, my

Her mother had often read to her from the Bible,

to love this poor Harrie

y something; for if she held her peace, she was afraid he

r; so a woman took her, and

mamma? A to

h Harriet in the right way or not. It may be she had so much to do that she thought it

h a stick," said Dotty, patting her

Mrs. Gray's children, a lively

Did he say, 'If you love me, you give me hunn

ould hardly think any one could get out of patience

g that she was on safe ground, for she loved b

of Mrs. Gray's little boy, because he

nicer things, mamma, 'ca

tired of runn

tired, mamma; the baby w

ery likely she was in the habit of

, awful girl!" cried Do

my child, and had never

at her feet

to cry when he was left with Harriet. But one day Mrs. Gray was obliged to go away to see her sick mother. She

in?" sugge

by. He put his arms around her neck, and c

ed that awful girl was a-going to s

t home, that darling boy was moaning in great pain. They sent for the doctor, who said

a! mamma

sed that Harriet must have hurt

e had grown

did the folks

the little boy. They could not prove that she was

lty' means, mamma

by she was guilty, whether sh

did it!" exclaimed Dotty, greatly

gnorance; so did the twelve men called th

se somebody's els

heard of her she was mar

O

told you this sad stor

ead against the door, and hurt a b

er mother could not be sure that her words had made much impres

t. Dotty thought of Harriet all the afternoon, and w

oking over a book of engravings, "I'm going to tell you somethin

tell you some

Prudy, "I've just

The woman spatted her with a stick where she lived. And she didn't love the baby any at all, 'cause he had nicer things, you know; and I guess white sugar and verserves. So she stu

n't be true,

true, black and blue.

y, "just for bake

name was

say she did it

they didn't hang her, 'cause she-I've forgot what-but they

wing a long breath. "If I was Harriet I'd

ose she didn't want to choke

g in her tone, "what do you suppos

n't k

ked deepl

antage of the child's softened mood, "don't

re!" was the quick

first time this proud sister ha

you try to be good, an

tell anyb

nev

od! I can swallow i

aith the child

apped he

with a sudden sense of shame, and a desire to conce

too wise to remind Dotty of her new resolution; but she kept a j

ellent thing. She learned by the means to express her thoughts with som

will be a good girl; and this is the day she begins. Bu

o give him baked apples and milk. I heard my father say to my mother that he thought the story

at the close of her remarks each day