Dotty Dimple At Home

the window, quick!" sai

ed her little cousin, coolly, a

if he was hurt; see h

e, the kitchen girl; "it's a bad sign to h

d Dotty, who had never heard of an

y, "or you'll die before the

e oriole, and holding him close to her bosom. "O, you birdie darling! Did your m

ed with rags, and hung over h

d, child," said Angeline, gravely, as sh

ford's forehead. I think she might have dropped the sponge in dismay if sh

he midst of a ghost story

Dotty by the shoulders,

the nicest, awfullest story!

. And when it sprinkles, it's a

old yo

she can't lie. Come, Dot Parlin; if you do

single thing; so there

a cross old

ty at all. I'm

y from the cellar-way;

y. "For my own mother doesn't 'low me to go o

She saw a shadow no larger than a man's hand; but it wo

ing in the house,"

urned Johnny; "o

interposed Dotty, with a

uggested Prudy, "if we can

y wh

oos, and live away off

?" asked Johnny,

er. Mother played it with us on

uaded. They did not like to leave th

name; Prudy will be 'Drop of Honey,' and Flossy 'Y

d Dotty; "if I can't play that, I'd ra

u may as well be Young Beauty; Flossy wouldn't mind. But now I think of

Johnny, whose interest in the game had flagg

o'clock in the morn

ool time," remo

ia. I'm the teacher. G

ducing it from the wood-box. Things were tuck

girdle, stuck the whip into it, and beg

round, and say, 'O, respected teacher, grant us knowledge.' They are ve

r foreheads to the floor, and repeated the

don't you whip me!"-at the s

ght again, with flushed faces. "You ought to have brought me a present, e

ou chewed," said

loor! What do you suppose? You're in India, child

en seated

what it is. No matter. Multiplication Table comes next. Mothe

intentionally. Susy walked the floor like a general. "Angeline, p

ture, and left her baking to hun

hnny. "Don't they do anything out the

eaves with reeds-(that's our splinters). Indian boys don't know what slates are. They think these leaves are good enough.

Kennebec County!" sai

at my watch, and find it's seven o'clock. How conscionable late! And that Drop o

r a swing-table, eating ginger snaps, was suddenl

with her mouth full; "I didn't

t come to school. If they don'

sting all the time,"

shoulders, while Dotty dragged her feet. There was great laughing and scrambling, during w

g sternly at the crimson-faced victim, "I should judge th

found Honey Drop top of a house

ood humor, "black mud; Honey's a bad Nindian. If

"now I should think 'twas time for school to be out. As you go by me, each of you, I must stri

it's much of a play,

e. "Susy and I didn't want to come

nny. "I wanted to play p

would be more polite to little Johnny. I really think he w

Prudy, "where you sit round on the floor, r

"those people off there do need mission

ren. The children don't dare go out after dark, for they suppose there ar

such stories her ow

ence, who usually spoke the first

th dignity, "you'd better all walk out of t

rnest, the children slowly took

sy?" asked Dotty, anxiously; "and if a

ttle, that I mustn't let people tell me such foolish stories. If

convinced. Those awful stories might be