Dotty Dimple Out West

, the hens, and Horace's guinea pig were astir, and wished their little world to be

re she was, a little hand was busy at the

ttee, is yo

ittle snip of a Flyaway is trying to get in. O, dear, dear, how

!" called the s

baby'll stand at

turned, and in rushed

otty, addressing her by one of the d

e room. "I didn't sleep any till las' night. I d'eamed

e, laying her head, with its tangl

t of her eyes. "Such hair! I should think you

ee! I love to wake up;

moved forward, pushing Katie

little bedstick

would, Flyaw

e. Off rolled Flyaway,

scrambling in again; "I fe

tty waked up and smiled in spite of herself; and n

ia hung it up in the closet. I'm going to be a little lady all the

strayed to a very

I said my prayers to Him before I started, and there He was and heard; and now He's

quietly entered the room. Mrs. Clifford was a wise woman, but she could not look into her niece's heart. Sh

ce said of little f

ildren's minds that grown-up people do not

from her musings, and passing down stairs with her hand in Mrs. Clifford's, thoug

she had to stop and admire, thinking it was

s this queer littl

cabinet

med Flyaway, darting

Guinea pig wake you? I lost him out. What a noise h

e than Phebe or Katinka. She began to think coming West was like having one long play-day. Even

d, as she urned the coffee, "how we shall

" suggest

g," sai

en she was in Indiana," rem

then," said Horace; "but they a

Clifford, "of a nutting excursion for

end but one day with you, and I would as l

cle Edward!" crie

like a little kitten who did have her paw on a

r. You will stay here a week or t

able to ea

"Robin raked this part of town yesterday with a fine-tooth comb, and could

so

s face said v

lippant,

effect that there were doubtless horses

amma?" said Grace. "Is sh

to allow her to go; but Mrs. Clifford had yielded the point an hour or two before, out of regard to Horace'

e heard the joyful news. "Yes, I

ns, you little

hat she owed this pleasure

ly,-"Hollis, you may have

nerosity, but was a hollow mockery; for

in Sherwood was going to the city for ano

illing here and there "little drops of water, little grains of sand." She also observed the solemn yet dextrous mann

Edward. Then there was a quantity of eggs to be boiled hard. As Mrs. Clifford dropped these o

n', chickie; w

d not made herself u

hickie; they was ror, but

picnic basket and the delicacy of the food.

k you'd like to live out Wes

e that," said Flyaway, "out o

rs in

little bitter kinds you know,"

th her father, Mrs. Clifford, and Katie. Little

," said she; but she was prevailed up

he called Grace and Cassy. He was in a state of irritatio

imself. "They'll sit and talk privacy, I suppose; and I m