Dotty Dimple At Home

ng' to me any more. Mamma said there mus'n't anybody tea

glad!" re

to the window," continued Dotty;

ghost, Dotty. N

, and there don't anybody know it. I shouldn't dare open my eyes in the night. They'r

d Prudy, stoutly; "my mot

. Why, Prudy, they're made out o' nothing! If you stick a knife into 'em it goes right through, and don't

y mother wouldn't like it if she knew how much you sat in Angeline'

I'd go right up to 'em, and, said I, 'How do you do, sir?' And then th

ning at the door. "You don't say so! Call me when

wee Katie, toddling in wi

y Dimple, "you've been a-l

a tell-tale, Miss!" said Johnny, en

, you mus'n'

hoed Katie, "you

y w

y M

n all laugh

in, appearing at the door, "put on

action which cousin Percy d

he, "how glad you

you know, Percy! Only think

as she danced off the door-step; "and I 'spect I'l

g the contrast. She did not like the wallpaper; the carpets were homely; the

," said Prudy, who, for one,

ittle daughters to learn to make the best of everything. We cannot have the old

es," laug

so we will make the new one as happy

mamma," replied

, trying to pull up the carpet in he

" said Prudy; "and the piano sounds as sweetly as ever it did. It

e wh

once, and it seems as if it was a man and his

rom aunt Eastman's," said Susy, bright

he new house: let us make it as cheerful as we can for dear papa

at I'll do! I'll make some vinegar candy!

daughter. Your part will be

nevitable lock of front hair; "if papa would only

sh that berry-stain off your lips; then you may bring

always glad to wear that white

d some time before, and the most Mrs. Parlin expected to do to-day was to make the house as pleasant as possible. Susy was allowed to attend to the flower

er hands. "Sometimes I don't much

This house has got a good dea

gs we can all find in our lot if we only look for them. Not that she would ever ha

p and ask grandmother if she will

wound about so much that Prudy said it twisted her lik

at the windows, and the August sunshine fell on her calm face, bathing it with warm light. The

wouldn't be nice here a bit, o

l be nice enough here to-morrow night. I

ing her little fingers over Mrs. Read's white ke

s question, "tell your mother I will take some c

sant for him to turn his steps towards that part of the town: he missed his old home more than ever. But when he entered the stra

sisters seized him by the coat-sleeves, "you ought to ha

talking. Cake, and verjerve

ising the 'Blue Violet

packus, un

ur eyes ache," went on Prudy; "and we

r canny," st

otty, covering the child's

at Mr. Parlin kept exclaiming, "Ah, indeed!" and stroking his beard. Prudy said

Parlin had drank a cup of delicious coffee, he no longer remembered that he

st of our misfortunes. But, after all, you are n

it's a story, papa

nothing in the world to eat but potatoes and salt. One day a friend went to see them, and when he sat down to t

just a-thinkin', neighbor, that this meal is altogether too goo

ldren l

w how she looked: it was just this way," said Prud

"for if she did, she might have laid 'em out doors a

-out" family, who had this very day moved into a house across the street. The mother she had seen from the window, and she looked perfectly discourage

reeze their potatoes

trying to improve matters

g, the door-bell rang furiously, and shook for a minute afterwards, as

you in the n