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Dotty Dimple at Play

Chapter 5 PLAYING TRUANT.

Word Count: 2279    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

and the whole household was ready to listen. Norah would stand with a dish or a rolling-pin in her han

ing her caps, let the starch boil over on the stove; and at another time Mrs. Parlin was so

said before, while this excitement lasted Miss Dimple was in a state of jubilee. But by and by the novelty wore off; she had told the family everything she could possibly think of, and now longed for a

now is my time to play," said she to herself, "and I

iresome. If she had only had something to do, I am almost sure she

ounter gave her the right shades, and she slowly started for home. It was about four o'clock

eepy very early nowadays, and goes to bed right in the middle of

g an opposite corner, and, as usual, the si

ROSENBERG INVITES

g, come over here

do YOU do? Only I wish yo

in your name if you don't want to be call

aven't, Do

glove, and took 'most the whole care of myself. Went to the Blind 'Syl

ut it?" said Lina Rosenberg, looking as beguiling

hat her mother would n

id not like to say that

worsteds, and now

me to-day, 'Do you bring Dotty Dimple home to supp

ance at the sky, then

do you drin

, 'most

to sit down at the very table with them. She had an invitation from the head of the family, and that was something wh

you a little way, Li

Mandoline or any of her family; but Dotty t

ith Lina Rosenberg!' Now I can 'most always forget easy enough; but when

ner they met Susy, who had

he, "what are you do

e up very

s with me, Susy Parlin, to

ank into her boots; for she had never known

y to-day,> and her mother had just served a customer with a p

at that price; we are goin

t a tree which grew out of the brick pavement. It was a large, scrawny tree, which looked as if it was obliged to live there, but didn't want to, and had tried in vain t

d he would injure the patent wash-board. Then Jacob, who had been waiting for the shaking, and would

ments. Just now she went to spreading pumpkin-seeds to dry under the stove. She was not expec

berg?" said she. "Take off your hat and hang it over them to

to go up chamber to see my pretty th

ch 'em home here, and then crawl out of it by lying! Besides, you've got to knit.

he hated the very sight of them; and when she stood up again, Dotty observed that

ndoline, with a winnin

girl that gave me

le-book; but it had been in return for some maple sugar, wh

Mrs. Rosenberg, with a sha

an I did before. That's a name

Parlin,

stairs out of my way; but mind, you

eption, and would have rushed out of

tep," said she, "I

on the occasion to those of a person whom "the mayor is putting in the lockup." Indeed, the "lock-up" was Dotty's dream of all the horr

hung paper bags of dried herbs; for, besides being a housekeeper and clerk, Mrs. Rose

roes and heroines. Mandoline was an artist in he! way, and these figures were clad in the most brilliant costumes of silver and gold. Dotty was dazzled. Ne

ecstasy, "where do you g

" replied the

asing. It was hard to keep so much as an apple or a pepper

you'll let me have your ring; and it isn't

d her finge

y dony pearl, Lina, if it is

Rosenberg's sharp voice from

and taking her knitting from the top of it; "that's alwa

ecause she wished to hear any of Dotty's brilliant stories, for she had not asked a single

thought Miss Dimple; "and if she had

readfully afraid of her mother, and, in her eagerness to be found hard at work, she rattled her needles very fast, while her fingers wandered aimlessly about among the stitches. Mrs. Ros

eyes. Mrs. Rosenberg scolded so hard that the paper bags overhead seemed to

e gentle, low-voiced woman who takes you in her lap, and kindly reproves you when you have done wrong. No; there are very different

her, had learned to deceive. Still Mrs. Rosenberg loved Mandoline, and would have been

n stairs, and left the

a low voice. "She's

Lina. Tell me where you hided m

after supper, you littl

et out of it. Mandoline would not produce the missing hat, and it was no light matter for Dotty to go down stairs, among the noisy, quarrelsome children, and beg the severe Mrs. Rosenberg to take her part. If she did so, perhaps the woman would

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