Dotty Dimple at Play

ly awake, felt so uncomfortable and oppressed that she went up stairs to see if the childre

dream had stirred the fountain of love in her heart They made a beautiful picture, and there was no stain of evil in their young faces. It seems as if the angel of Sleep flies away with loads of

nberg, bending over and kissing them both; "

ht take to themselves wings and fly away. That was what Cupid did in the fairy st

erfect little hand, lying o

ever whack them pretty fingers with a thimble. I do believe if I wasn't pestered

oman told the trut

ords,-not for herself-for she did not suppose God would hear that,-b

ent to church; but I am sure of one thing: little overworked Mandoline would

; she could not stop to be pleasant. Dotty longed to get away; bu

ng-stove like the sticks of a fan. "O, hum!" thought she, drearily, "I wish I could see the red coals in our grate. My mamma wouldn't let me

g was far too busy to attend to her children's heads. They might be rough on

e-cloth, and had his ears boxed in consequence. It was very evident that this meal was a much better one than usual-a sort of festival in honor of Dotty Dimple: D

the night before, she was really hungry, and, in spite of her best res

Mrs. Rosenberg graciously allowed Mandoline to lay aside her tedious knittin

in this house," said she;

h loud-talking men and boys; but not the least of Dotty's troubles was the black and tan dog, who seemed to

the town. They fluttered about for two or three hours, as aimless as a couple of white butterflies. Just as they were turning to go back t

OTTY AND THE BLA

eadlong across the street, swinging her arms and startling the horse, who supposed s

g mamma, my d

ly pricked up his ears, and looked with disple

mamma,

t turned her gaze to the blackened tree

op, papa! It's

daughter a glance of indifferen

t looks like my daughter Alice. If it is, she needn't come to my h

ad never paused a moment,-and carried b

ned to Dotty Dimple, that her own

ked fairy had changed her. Not that she suspected any such thing. She understood but too well what her f

ne down at all during the night, now ached terribly. S

ouched with pity. "They no

out it. You never had such a father'n mother's they

onsented to do as her husband advised, and turn coldly away from her dear little daughter. Dotty was a loving child, in spite of her disobedience, and

I'd want to be locked out; I'd ask if I couldn't. But, O, my darling mamma! I've been naughty too many times! When I'd be

rl who was drawing a baby-ca

told me not to do, I always went and did it. She said, 'I do not wish you to play with Lina Rosenberg;' and then I went right off and played with her. I didn't ha

ve me. I'm a poor orphanless child! I've got a father'n mother, but it's just the same as if I didn't,

at's what my papa said. ' Looks like my

you and I might have some macaroni cakes and lager be

, either. Nor neither, nor nothing," added the desolate child, standing "stock still," with the b

now, Dotty Dimple! What if you shou

't, I

o that barber's shop. I know the man, and

rousing herself, and starting; "but I'd rather