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Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple

Chapter 2 THE BONE MAN.

Word Count: 1696    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

alled by various pet names,-such as Midge, and Ladybird, and Forget-me-no

mples, which were a const

e little stars, only they

her cheeks were made of water, an

high. If she chanced to fall over a chair she seldom shed a tear, but thought the chair had treated her shamefully, and ought to be shut up in the closet. She never liked to have any one kiss h

fancied she would like to be tossed to the "sky of the room," she had only to pat her father's arm, and point upward, and the next minute she was flying to the ceiling, in high glee, and catching her breath. If she wished to go walking, it

been found pounding eggs in a mortar, and must be taken away. She was placed in care of Susy, who led her out upon the piazza, where she could watch the people passing b

n of Alice. She could not have entered the hous

n street at full speed. "O, I'm sure I ought to be going up street," gasped she; "and if I was, I shouldn't think that

hout stopping to remove the jelly from the stove, Mrs. Parlin, Norah, and Prudy ran o

soap-man, just reentering h

sister?" cried Prudy, pressi

an, in a deep whisper; for he had such a severe cold on hi

e had on a pink dress, and her hair curls down her neck, and she has the brightest

, Prudy had forgotten he

soap-man; "but as you seem to be pretty well tired

s of Dotty aught to be kept secret. She looked at the long lumber-wagon, partly filled with barr

can get to my sister

as I don't know where your sister's to be found; but there's one thing certain-you'll get over the gr

ed poor Prudy, trembling with fear of the uncouth wagon and

he wagon, and Prudy wa

"I reckon you ain't used to riding in this kind of shape.

ut it's no matter, sir; I don't think I'm afraid,-or only a little speck," added she, in a lower

rt at once. "What's your fathers name, little dear?" in

arlin.-But O, I don't see

an, turning about, and gazing at his li

ister ran off the piazza." Then Prudy repeated the words aloud, slowly and on a high key, anxious this time to make her meaning very clear. "She-ran-off-the-piazza, with a pink dress on, sir, and not a speck-of

lbarrow Parlin, and that's why I was puzzled to know who you meant by Dotty.-But here we are at Pearl Street. Here, in this house, lives one of my best custo

odd for a little girl like her to be going around to people's back d

dle of his whip, and a neat-

g of a stray child?" w

n breathless haste. "She had on a

s this way," replied the girl,

we'll proceed to business. You see I'm here with my wagon and ba

ror seized her. "I've come for your bones!" What could he mean? Was he an o

ng haste, and by the time the astonished soap-boiler missed

had only toddled off after a man with a basket of images, calling out, "baa, baa," "moo, moo," "bow-wow." The end of it was, that th

ly ashamed of h

kept on bread and water for a whole day, I should lea

ve made up your mind that your memory is good for nothing: you expect to

sisted upon putting it in her bathing tub ever

t Prudy's wild stor

aughing and crying; "but I never'd have rode with t

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