Dotty Dimple At Home

ink of her new resolution. Nothing occurred to call forth her

their delightful home could ever change. If they thought of it at all, they supposed their dear father and mother, and their serene grandmamma Read, would alwa

l us at any moment, and there is nothing sure but heaven. Still, like most children, they listened to such words carelessly, as to so

orld is nothing b

y replie

re like s

ablaze, but you can have little idea of the terror which that

en carry water to pour on the roof. The earnestness of their faces is very striking as Susy brandishes a pail

ething always to be remembered. Flames are already bursting out of some of the lower windows. It is no longer of any use to pour water

mmon coal fire. It is, indeed, a bitter thing to turn their backs upon that dear old home, and know for a

licking," says Prudy, "

ime eating our house up

dy, always ready with her trap to catch a sunbeam, says that after all there

oung and can't realize

her eldest sister's ideas of justice. She sends out fr

is always sure God will not let anything happen that is too dreadful. She has observed that her

w, on the road." Her pony has been trotting about through the night; his hair is singed, and she "presumes it will strike in and k

eat while. The fire did its work, and then stopped. It was fearful while it raged, and it left a pitiful wreck; still, as Mrs. Parlin

as she tried to put her arms around the three little girl

ssed mother to hold on to," said Prudy, pressi

dden spasm of recollection changed her tone, and she add

e we lived. We had such good times in it, with the rooms as pleasant as you can think! Nothing in the world ever happened: and

t know that man threw my tea-set into the

en," said Mrs. Parlin, tenderly; but s

to murmur, still it is barely possible she may have fel

parlor chamber of that house that Mrs. Parlin and her three children were stan

settle herself as soon as possible to her Bible. But the change from the Sabbath-like qu

fter day, searching for missing goods, and aiding the sufferers from the fire. The Eastman man

hen they were easily vexed, and answered him back with an angry word or a furious scowl. He liked to torture his "cousin Dimple." He said she shot out quills like a little porcupine. She was a "regular brick," almost as smart as Johnny, and that was saying a great deal; for Percy regarded the youthful Johnny as a ver

a deal of visiting to do, so it usually happened

not be avoided; Dotty's constant desire to "get out doors and run somewhere" seemed to be fully gratified, for Johnny

oing a variety of things in which they did not care to have Prudy join. The dear little girl might have been lonely, and possibly grieved, if she had been anything but a "bird-c

red journal, which had come out of the fire

e; but I can't write with mother's pen a

er. He didn't mean to burn up the city

fire danced and ran all over the city as if it was alive! It burnt just as if it was glad of it. The trees are all black where

int away, but she didn't-we couldn't find the camph

grandma's room I used to feel just like singing. Mother says that i

any temper for f

her. Aunt Louisa said it was fortunate that the children could stay at their aunt Eastman's. She did not know that Mrs. P

erfect; but Mrs. Parlin knew too well how the child's