Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Dorothy Darling
 What happened to Dorothy Darli...
 What the doctor said
 Dorothy's surprise
 Another surprise
 Mamma's surprise
 Wash day
 More misfortunes
 The doctor
 Black spots
 More spots
 Betty's supper
 Making calls
 Helping Mamma
 Greedy Johnny
 Running away
 Lost Dorothy
 Home again
 What happened
 Dorothy and the buttons
 Blackberry tarts
 How Mamma found out
 The story Lucinda heard
 Dorothy's journey
 At the sea-shore
 How Lucinda became a mermaid
 The merry-go-round
 Generous Dorothy
 What happened next
 Dorothy afloat
 Going home
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Title: Dorothy Darling
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Title: Dorothy Darling
Physical Description: 183 p. : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Paull, Minnie E. Kenney, 1859-1895
Hodder and Stoughton ( Publisher )
Butler and Tanner ( Printer )
Publisher: Hodder and Stoughton
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Butler & Tanner
Publication Date: 1897
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Pets -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Play -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1897   ( local )
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Bldn -- 1897
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Frome
Statement of Responsibility: by Minnie E. Paull ; with thirteen full-page illustrations.
General Note: Illustrated with photographs.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page i
        Page ii
        Page iii
    Title Page
        Page iv
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Dorothy Darling
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    What happened to Dorothy Darling
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    What the doctor said
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Dorothy's surprise
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Another surprise
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Mamma's surprise
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Wash day
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    More misfortunes
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    The doctor
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Black spots
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    More spots
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Betty's supper
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Making calls
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
    Helping Mamma
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Greedy Johnny
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Running away
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Lost Dorothy
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    Home again
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    What happened
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
    Dorothy and the buttons
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
    Blackberry tarts
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
    How Mamma found out
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
    The story Lucinda heard
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
    Dorothy's journey
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
    At the sea-shore
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
    How Lucinda became a mermaid
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
    The merry-go-round
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
    Generous Dorothy
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
    What happened next
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
    Dorothy afloat
        Page 175
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
        Page 180
    Going home
        Page 181
        Page 182
        Page 183
    Back Matter
        Page 184
    Back Cover
        Page 185
        Page 186
        Page 187
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H ER name was not Dorothy Darling really,
but people always called her by that name
when they spoke to her, so of course Dorothy
thought that was her real name.
It was no wonder that people called her Dor-
othy darling, for she was such a little darling
that the name just seemed to belong to her. She
was a round, rosy little girl, with great big blue
eyes,; cheeks that were as soft and pink as the
downy side of a peach, auburn hair that curled
all over her head except where it was cut into a
fluffy bang across her forehead, and merry little
dimples that peeped out at you in the most
bewitching way wherever she smiled.


Dorothy was four years old. She never for-
got how old she was, for every night at bedtime
mamma gave her just as many kisses as she had
years in her little life, so she always remem-
When I'm a hundred years old, you will
have to give me lots of kisses, won't you,
mamma ?" she said one night, after mamma had
kissed her and tucked her into her little white
Mamma laughed.
Perhaps you won't want to have me kiss
you when you are a hundred years old," she
Oh, yes, I will," said Dorothy, looking very
sober at the idea that there could ever be a time
when she would not want to have her mother kiss
her. There was not anything in all the world
that Dorothy loved quite as well as to have her
pretty mamma kiss and pet her.
"Mamma," said Dorothy, in a few minutes, in
a very sleepy voice.


Well, Dorothy darling, what is it ?" asked
"I am sure I shall want to have you kiss
me a great deal more than I do now, for you
see I shall be 'quainted with you so much longer,
and so of course I'll love you more. Don't
you 'member, when Jamie came next door to
live, I didn't like him much at first, but now
he's my bestest friend. The more I get 'quainted
with you, of course, I'll love you more; so by
the time I'm a hundred I'll love you 'most to
death, and I'll be sure to, want a hundred kisses
every night. Please give me a hundred kisses
to-night, mamma, just to see how many it would
It would be too many for such a sleepy little
girl to have at bedtime," mamma answered, com-
ing over to Dorothy's little bed. I will give
you two more to go to sleep with, though, and
then you must shut your eyes and not talk any
Please kiss both of my eyes," said Dorothy,


"and then I will think beautiful things while I
am asleep."
So mamma kissed both of her eyes shut, and
very soon sleepy little Dorothy was in the land
of dreams.



T HE very first time that Dorothy ever
went to church a very dreadful thing
happened to her, that is, it did not really hap-
pen to her, but everybody thought it did, and
she thought so herself; so I don't know but
that it was almost as bad as if it had hap-
It was a beautiful morning in June, and
Dorothy looked through the open window at
the branches of the trees that grew just out-
side of 'the church, and watched the mother
and father birds carrying food to a nest of
little birdlings, who were waiting for them with
wide-open yellow bills.
Once the mother bird flew up with a wrig-
gling worm in her beak, and Dorothy forgot


that she was in church and said "Oh!" in a
delighted tone.--
When mamma looked down at her, then
Dorothy remembered where she was, and she
grew very red and hot, she was so ashamed to
think that she had spoken out loud in church.
She thought that every one must have heard
her, and what would they all think of a little
girl that couldn't keep still in church?-
After that, you may be sure that Dorothy
did not forget again. She sat very still and
straight by mamma's side, in her little white
cap and dress, with her hand tucked in
mamma's hand, while she tried to listen to
what the minister was saying.
All at once, while the minister was in the
middle of his sermon, and every one was
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listening to him, this dreadful thing happened
to Dorothy. She was not tall enough to put
her feet down on the hasiock in the pew, so
she swung them backlward and- forward every
now and then when they got very tired, and


that rested them. She was just going to swing
them when she felt a sharp pain in one of
them, that nearly made her cry out loud
though she was in church.&
What could it be? Something must have
been stuck into her foot some way. Once
Dorothy had pricked herself with a pin, and
she remembered how that had hurt her, and
this felt as if ever and ever so many pins
were all sticking into her foot at once.
Great big tears came into her blue eyes,
and she began to cry softly.
"What is the matter, dear?" mamma whis-
pered in her ear.
"-'Something is sticking into my foot,"
Dorothy answered and it hurts so bad,
mamma. sPtae-atake me home"
Mamma looked frightened._ somethingg must
be hurting the little girl very much indeed, or she
would not cry. Once a w sp had flown into the
church and stung some one. Could it be possi-
ble that a wasp had stung poor little Dorothy?


"We will go home, darling," she said, and
she put Dorothy down from the seat.
But Dorothy held up her foot, and cried
harder than every/
"Oh, it hurts, so, it hurts so," she said; and
so mamma took Dorothy up in her arms, and
trying not to touch the poor little foot, carried
her out of church past all the people.
Dorothy's foot hurt her so much that she
did not care if the people were looking at
her, but mamma minded it very much indeed.



ALL the way home Dorothy cried, and it
was a very good thing for mamma that
she did not have very far to go.
"Can't you tell me what hurt you?" mam-
ma asked. Did you feel anything sting you ?"
I don't know," sobbed Dorothy. "I just
went to move my foot, and it hurted so bad.
I think it is all full of needles, mamma."
When mamma got home, she put Dorothy
down on the sofa, and wanted to take her
shoe off, but Dorothy cried every time she
touched it.
Oh, don't! It hurts so," she sobbed, and
so mamma sent for a friend of theirs, a
doctor; as Dorothy's papa, who was a doctor,
was away visiting some patients.


He was in church, too; and the sextoh
went up to him and whispered to him that
Dorothy's mamma wanted him to come just
as quick as he could and see what was the
matter with the little girl.
He got up and took his gold-headed cane
and his white hat, and walked down the aisle,
while every one wondered if he was going to
see the little girl that had been carried out of
"\Vhat is the matter, my dear?" he asked,
when he came into the house.
Dorothy was not a bit afraid of the doctor,
for he was a very good friend of hers, and
very often let her put her hand into his
pocket, and hunt for candy.
Mamma told him how her foot had hurt
her, and how she had thought at first that
perhaps a wasp had stung her, but that it
must have been something else, because she
could not bear to have her foot touched.
H'm," said the doctor wisely. He put on


his glasses, and sat by the side of the lounge.
"Now, I will try not to hurt you, Dor-
othy darling, but you must let me see this
poor little foot, so I can tell you what is the
He took Dorothy's little foot up in his
hand, and what do you think? Instead of cry-
ing, Dorothy laughed a merry little laugh.
"Why, the pins are all gone out of it,"
she said. Isn't that funny? I never saw
them go out."
The doctor patted and squeezed the little
foot, but it did not hurt; and then Dorothy
jumped up and ran all around the room, and
it did not hurt at all. Her foot was well
What could have been the matter with
it?" asked mamma, in great surprise. "It must
have hurt her, for she was crying with the
pain, and she could not bear to have me touch
The doctor thought about it for a few min-


utes, and then he said, "I think her foot must
have been asleep."
Wasn't he a wise old doctor to know what
was the matter!
"How could my foot go to sleep when I
was wide-awake?" asked Dorothy, coming up
to the doctor and leaning against his knee.
"It never feels like pins when I go to sleep.
What made it hurt my foot ?"
So the doctor took her on his knee and
explained it all to her, and then gave her
some candy.
Wasn't that a very funny thing to happen
to a little girl the first time she went to
church? -



IT was a bright June morning, and the sun-
beams crept in the window and danced
upon the pillow where Dorothy's curly head
nestled. By and by a mischievous little sun-
beam danced upon her face, and I think it
must have pried her eyes open, for in another
moment Dorothy sat straight up in her crib,
and began to rub her eyes with her fat little
hands until they were wide open.
She could always see mamma in the next
room when she woke up, but this morning
there was no one there.
"I must go and find my mamma,
Dorothy said, jumping out of her crib. She
picked up her shoes and stockings, and hold-
ing up her long night-gown so it would not


trip her up, she trotted into the other room
to look for mamma.
Mamma and grandma were down in the
kitchen putting up strawberries, and just then
mamma was saying to grandma:
"How very nice it is to have Dorothy
sleep so long this morning when we are
Dorothy looked into all the rooms upstairs,
but neither mamma nor grandmamma was
"I 'spect they have just forgotten all about
me," she pouted, one of her shoes dropping
from the little hands which had so much to
carry. "I am just going to hide myself and
s'prise them, and then when mamma comes to
look for me she won't know where her little
girl has gone. I think it's dreadful to be left
all aloney"
While she was standing in the hall at the
top of the stairs, making up her mind where
she should hide herself, she caught sight of



her little gray and white kitten, Tipsy, curled
up in a little furry ball on the porch.
Here, kitty, kitty," she called. Come
here, Tipsy; I want you." Tipsy turned one
bright eye upon her little mistress, but she
was too comfortable to stir, so she blinked
sleepily, and shut her eyes up again.
"You are a bad kitty, not to come when I
call you," Dorothy said, feeling herself very
much neglected, since grandma and mamma
had forgotten her and even Tipsy would not
come when she was called. "I am just going
to come and get you, so I am."
She dropped her shoes and stockings, and
started downstairs after Tipsy.
Naughty little Tipsy unrolled herself from
the soft ball of gray and white into which she
had curled herself, and arching her back, and
yawning lazily, walked slowly down the porch
steps as she saw Dorothy coming.
Down the steps Dorothy went after her,
and put out her hand to pick the mischievous


little kitten up, but Tipsy was not going to be
caught so easily. Just as Dorothy thought that
she had her, she ran away down towards the
"You are a bad kitty," said Dorothy, feel-
ing as if every one was treating her very
badly this morning. "Come here, mediatelyy!"
But Tipsy only ran the faster, and Dorothy
pattered after her, in her bare feet, quite deter-
mined to catch her disobedient little pet. The
pebbles in the gravel hurt her feet, so she ran
along on the soft green grass, quite enjoying
its cool touch.
"It's fun to go barefoot," she thought to
herself, as she followed Tipsy. "I am going
to ask mamma to let me go barefoot every day,
but I don't 'spect she will."
Dorothy was so sure of it, that every now
and then she cast a backward glance towards
the house to be sure that no one was looking
at her. Tipsy ran into the stable, and Dorothy
went in after her.


"Now I've got you, Miss Tipsy," she cried,
as she pounced on the kitty and picked her
Dorothy turned around towards the door
to go out of the stable again, when she saw
Moses coming down the walk.
Of course Dorothy did not want Moses to
see her in her night-gown and bare feet, so
she ran back again into the stable, and holding
Tipsy close to her, she hid herself in an
empty stall at the back of the stable.
I 'spose some one's sick and sent for papa,"
Dorothy thought, as she heard Moses leading
Witch out of her stall and harnessing her.
Dorothy's papa was a doctor, so very often
he had to take a ride early in the morning.
"If I was only dressed I might go with
papa," Dorothy thought. "Wouldn't papa be
s'prised if he knew I was here ?
She curled herself up on a pile of soft hay,
and laughed as she thought how very much
surprised every one would be if they knew that


she was hiding out there in the stable, instead
of being upstairs in her own little crib.
Nobody but Tipsy knew where she was, and
she was quite sure no one would ever guess.



DOROTHY did not know how very much
surprised she was going to be herself,
and she sat there quietly smiling until the
merry dimples peeped out all over her face, as
she thought of the surprise she was planning
for every one else.
"I know what I will do," she said to
herself. "I will stay here till mamma comes
to look for me, and she will call 'Dorothy,
Dorothy,' and then I will say 'Miou,' just as
if I was Tipsy, and she will come to look for
kitty, and then be so s'prised to find that it's
her own little girl."
Moses had finished harnessing Witch, and
Dorothy heard him lead the horse and buggy
out into the yard, and then she heard her father's


voice, as he talked to Moses about some work
he wanted him to do while he was gone.
"Now pretty soon papa will be gone, and
Moses will go away," thought Dorothy, and then
I will go and look and see if mamma is coming."
The next thing that happened surprised
Dorothy very much indeed, and was not at all
what she had planned.
What do you suppose it was ?
Slam! bang! went the stable doors, and
Dorothy jumped up out of the hay with a cry,
for she did not want to be shut in the dark
stable all by herself.
Moses was in a hurry to begin cutting the
grass, and so, as soon as he had shut the doors,
he pushed the lawn-mower up the walk, making
such a noise with it, that he did not hear Doro-
thy's scream.
Of course he never suspected that he had
locked a little girl up in the stable, for no
one would have thought of looking for Doro-
thy in the pile of hay in the empty stall.


It would have been quite as great a sur-
prise to him to find Dorothy there, as it was
to Dorothy to find herself locked up.
Poor little Dorothy! She was so fright-
ened at being locked up all alone in the
stable, and she made her way over to the
door as well as she could, and pounded
against it, and called aloud.
Her fat little hands were not strong enough
to make very much noise, and though she
shouted at the very top of her voice, Moses
could not hear her any better than he could
have heard Tipsy if she had mewed, for the
stable doors were very thick, and he was up
on the lawn pushing the lawn-mower, which
made as much noise as an army of grass-
"I wish I hadn't come!" Dorothy sobbed,
as she tripped on her night-gown and tum-
bled down in a little despairing heap with
Tipsy hugged up to her.
Oh, Tipsy, isn't this dreadful ? We'll get


all starved and we will die out here, before
any one finds us, and mamma won't know
what has become of her dear little girl."
Tipsy didn't mind though, and she nestled
up in Dorothy's arms, and purred a happy
little tune, as if she thought it was the very
nicest thing in the world to be locked up in
the dark.
Oh, I am so hungry," Dorothy cried,
remembering her nice bowl of bread and milk,
that was waiting for her that very minute.
"Oh, I wish I hadn't tried to s'prise mamma.
I wish she knew where I was, and she would
come quick and let me out, I know. It was
all your fault, Tipsy, and you're a wicked
kitty, for not doing as you were told. If you
had come when I called you, I wouldn't ever
have thought of coming out here. I don't
love you, bad kitty."
Tipsy didn't care, and she purred away
just as cheerfully as if Dorothy had told her
that she loved her very much indeed.


Dorothy was quiet for a few minutes. She
just happened to think that some one else
besides Tipsy had not minded. Mamma had
told her not to run around -in her bare feet,
and if she had minded mamma, she would not
be here. Tipsy was only a kitty, and so you
could not expect her to know that she ought
to mind, but Dorothy was four years old, and
she knew better, if Tipsy didn't.
"It was my fault, too," she said with a lit-
tle quiver in her voice as she hugged Tipsy
close up to her again. I11 do just what
mamma says, after this, and then I won't get
locked up."
She went back to her pile of soft hay, and
nestled down upon it, with Tipsy in her arms,
and before very long she cried herself to
Poor little Dorothy had forgotten all her



B YE and bye it was mamma's turn to be
surprised, and you can believe she was
very much surprised indeed, when she went up
stairs to see why her little girl did not wake up,
and could not find any Dorothy darling there.
Dorothy, darling," she called, but no one
Perhaps she was hiding under her crib, for
here were her shoes and stockings just as she
had dropped them at the head of the stairs.
Mamma went into Dorothy's room, and
looked under the crib, but of course Dorothy
was not there. Perhaps she was behind the
door, and mamma looked there, expecting to
have the merry little face smiling up at her,
but not even Tipsy was there.


Mamma called Dorothy again, and again,
and grandma came up stairs to help her look,
but there was no trace of the little girl to be
seen anywhere.
Could she have come down stairs without
our hearing her, and tumbled into the cistern ? "
grandma thought, and she went down stairs to
look. The cistern was all covered up, but
even then grandma was not satisfied until she
had looked, and made herself quite sure that
there was no little Dorothy at the bottom of
the dark quiet water.
Where could Dorothy be?
That was the question that mamma and
grandma asked themselves again and again as
they looked all over the house for the little
When papa came home it was the first ques-
tion that they asked him, and he was very much
frightened to think that no one knew where
Dorothy was. Moses didn't know. He said he
had not seen Dorothy since the night before,


when she came out to the stable to have
a little ride upon Witch's back, while Moses
led her out to the trough for a drink of
Moses and papa helped to look for Dorothy,
and no one guessed that the lost little girl was
sleeping quietly out on the pile of hay in the
stable. Moses remembered that he had seen
some gypsies about a mile away on the green,
the night before, and he wondered whether one
of them might not have climbed in the window
and stolen Dorothy. To be sure the gypsy
would have had to climb up a rose bush
to get into the window, but Moses thought
he would go and look at the gypsies' camp,
and see for himself whether Dorothy was there
or not. He went out to where Witch was
standing, for every one had been too busy
looking for Dorothy to think of taking time to
put Witch away, and he thought he would take
her out of the carriage, and put a saddle on
her. He could go faster, and then if he found


Dorothy, he could bring her home on the saddle
before him.
He opened the stable door, and as it swung
back on its hinges you can guess how surprised
he was to hear Dorothy's voice.
"Oh, Moses, you locked me in here, and
I've been here, oh, so long. I think I must
be starving."
Why, how did you ever get in here ?" asked
Moses, as he took the little girl up in his strong
arms, and carried her up to the house, with
Tipsy nestled up to her.
Dorothy told him, and he was very sorry
to think that he had locked her up in the
dark all alone. Papa and mamma and grandma
all came running to meet Moses and Dorothy,
and you can imagine how very glad they were
to see their little girl safe and sound.
She was such a forlorn looking little figure,
for her curly hair was full of bits of hay, her
cheeks were stained with tears, and her blue
eyes were swollen with crying.


Mamma took her in her arms, and Dorothy
was so glad to get back to her dear mamma
that she forgot how hungry she was for a little
minute. She remembered very soon though, and
as mamma carried her into the house and she
saw her bowl of bread and milk standing on
the table, she exclaimed:
"Oh, mamma, I'm so hungry! Can't I have
my breakfast now, and get dressed afterwards?"
So Dorothy and Tipsy had their breakfast
together, and while she was eating, Dorothy
told her mamma how she came to run away
and hide. "I thought it would be such fun to
s'prise you, mamma," she said.
"I think you were surprised too, in a way
that was not very pleasant," mamma said, as
she put her arm around her little girl, and kissed
her. "I hope my little Dorothy will not try
any more such surprises." And you may be
sure Dorothy never did.



DOROTHY was very busy indeed, for it
was wash day. Every Monday was wash
day, not only out in the kitchen, but up stairs
in Dorothy's play room. Dorothy had a large
family of dolls, and as they all played with
Dorothy a great deal, they got their dresses quite
dirty every week. Dorothy was a very kind
little mother, and she always undressed her dolls
every night and put them to sleep in their own
little beds, instead of letting them sit up all
night, or lie around on the floor, as I have heard
that some little mothers do.
Dorothy had such a dear little wash set, that
I do not wonder that she never forgot when
it was wash day. She had a little stool to put
her tub on while she was washing, a little wash


board, just the right size for such little hands
as Dorothy's to rub-a-dub-dub upon, a tub to
wash her clothes in, and another in which to
rinse them, and the very best thing of all was
a little wringing machine, through which she
put the doll's clothes before she hung them
up to dry. She had her own little clothes-line
out in the yard, right in the middle of the
drying ground, and the tiniest clothes-pins,
with which to keep the clothes from blowing
Dorothy always asked mamma to pin up her
dress in front, so that she should look like a
real little washerwoman when she went to work.
To-day Dorothy had a very puzzled look on
her little face, and at last she stopped rinsing
out the nicely washed little frocks and skirts, and
leaned on the edge of her tub to think.
One of her children was lost, and Doro-
thy could not think where she was. Only
last evening, just before tea, Dorothy was
playing with Betty in the garden, but she

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could not remember where she put her, when
the tea bell rang.
Betty was not one of her prettiest children,
but Dorothy loved her almost the best of all,
because she had had her ever since she was
a very little girl, and Betty had gone to sleep
with Dorothy every night hugged up tight in
her little mother's arms.
Betty was a rag baby, with a very round
face, and red cheeks which mamma painted
fresh every time they lost their color. Her
eyes were very black and very round, and she
always looked as if she was frightened, or as
if she was staring at something, but Dorothy
did not mind that. She always thought that
Betty was pretty, and whenever she was tired,
or did not feel very well, Betty was a great
comfort to her.
At last she remembered where Betty was.
She had been tossing her up in the air, and
catching her, and once she had landed on the'
lowest branch of the apple tree, instead of


coming down again. Just at that moment the
tea bell had rung and Dorothy had to run
into the house, thinking that she would go
out the first thing after tea, and ask Moses to
get Betty down for her.
The next thing that happened was that
Dorothy forgot all about her, and when bed
time came and the other doll children were
being undressed, she could not find Betty any-
where, so she played that Betty had gone to
spend the night with her grandma, and would
come back the next day.
Then she had forgotten about Betty again
until just now, when she remembered that
Betty's dress had a spot on it, and she had
meant to wash it.
Poor Betty had been out alone all night in
the apple tree; and Dorothy remembered that
she had heard papa say at breakfast time
that there had been a thunder storm in the
The tears almost came to Dorothy's blue


eyes at the thought that Betty had been out
in the storm. How would she feel if her own
dear mamma should leave her out in the
rain ?
She ran out in the garden, and there was
poor Betty hanging by her dress, with her
head dangling down in a very uncomfortable
way, while every now and then a drop of
water would drip from her.
"Oh, she's just soaking wet," cried Doro-
thy. "I just know she's taken cold and it
will strike in, and she will be awful sick.
My poor Betty, how did I ever come to for-
get you ?"
Betty was very wet, and her dress did
not need any more washing, so Dorothy just
rinsed it, and put it through the wringer.
"I just believe it would make Betty dry,
too," she said to herself, and so she tried to
screw poor Betty through the wringer. The
top of Betty's head went in a little way, but
it flattened out as it went through, and pretty


soon Betty was stuck fast. Dorothy could not
pull her out, nor make her go through. This
was dreadful, worse even than hanging in the
tree. Dorothy ran as quickly as she could
for mamma, and then Betty was set free.
Mamma unscrewed the wringer, and made
room between the rollers to take the poor
dolly out. Betty was a very funny looking
figure, you can imagine, with the top of her
poor head all flattened out, but Dorothy was
so glad to have her in her arms again, that
she did not mind how her head looked, and
as Betty did not say anything I suppose she
did not mind it either./



" 'M so afraid you'll take cold, Betty dar-
I ling," said Dorothy, as she felt how very
wet Betty was, all except the top of her
head which had been squeezed dry.
"I don't know how I will ever get you
dry. I think I had better rub you. That is
what mamma did to me, once when I was
caught in the rain, and got all rained on."
Rubbing did not seem to make Betty dry,
and so Dorothy gave it up after awhile.
Oh, [ know what I'll do," she said -to
herself, jumping up. "I will go out in the
kitchen and put Betty in the oven. That will
dry her all nicely, and I don't believe she
will mind if it is a little hot. It will be bet-
ter for her to be too hot than to take cold."


Dorothy carried Betty out in the kitchen,
and opening the oven door, put her in.
I'll come back after you when you are
dry, Betty," she said, as she shut up the
door again. "You mustn't mind it if it is
dark for a little while."
Dorothy hung all her washing up to dry,
and put away her tubs and stool and wringer
neatly, as she always did, and then she went
out in the yard to play with Tipsy.
It was almost dinner time when she came
in and went up to her playroom. Pretty soon
she heard her mamma's voice calling her.
"Dorothy darling," she called, and Dorothy
ran into her mamma's room.
"I want you to do an errand for me, dar-
ling," mamma said. "Will you go down to
the kitchen and ask Katie what is burning?
I smell something."
"So do I," Dorothy said, making a funny
little face, as she sniffed.
Katie, mamma wants to know what is


burning? she said, as she went into the
"And that's just what I came up from the
laundry to find out for myself," Katie said.
"I have nothing in the oven that could
burn, and I'm sure I don't know what it can
Oh!" cried Dorothy, in such distress that
Katie thought she was hurt. "Oh, my poor
Betty! I forgot all about her, and I just
'spect she's all burned up by this time. Oh,
Katie, open the door and take her out for me,
quick, please."
And did you put your doll in the
oven?" asked Katie in surprise. "Of all the
places you ever put her, that's the queerest
one yet, I think."
"Oh, oh, oh!" sobbed Dorothy, as Katie
opened the oven, and took the poor dolly
I think if Betty could have said anything
she would have said "Oh, oh, oh!" too, for


she was all singed and burned, and one of
her arms that had been in the hottest place
was scorched at the end, so that a piece of it
fell off when Dorothy took hold of her.
"Oh, I never meant to forget her," Doro-
thy cried, as her tears fell thick and fast.
"My poor darling Betty, you are all burned
up, and I don't know what I shall ever do
with you. Oh, I wish I hadn't forgotten you."
"Never mind, Dorothy darling," said Katie.
"Here's a nice cooky for you and Betty, and
I will tell you what you can do."
"What?" asked Dorothy, forgetting to cry,
as she began to eat the nice crisp cooky.
"You can play that there was a fire and the
house burned down, and the firemen pulled her
out just in time to save her life, but, of course,
you will have to call the doctor for her, for
she got so badly burned."
"Yes, I can play that," Dorothy said, "and
I will put her to bed, and bandage her arm
up until it gets well again."


That comforted Dorothy, and she was quite
happy again as she went up stairs. I hope the
thought of having her poor arm bandaged up
was a comfort to Betty, too.



DOROTHY came into mamma's room so
softly that mamma never heard her
little feet pattering over the carpet, until Doro-
thy stood beside her, and kissed her.
"That was a pink strawberry I brought you,
mamma," she said.
I must tell you what Dorothy meant by that.
When she was a little tiny girl, just able
to talk, she would always name her kisses.
Sometimes she would say before she kissed
mamma or papa, "This is a pink rose," and
sometimes she would say, "This is a piece
of candy," or "This is a pink birdie;" and
mamma and papa always thought her kisses
were just as sweet as roses and candy and
singing birds, you may be sure.


She would call them violets sometimes, and
if it was a rainy day, she would say, "I will
give you a red umbrella, papa."
I think papa liked that red umbrella better
than he would have liked any other kind of
a one that Dorothy could have given him.
Every now and then Dorothy would still
give her kisses a name, and so this time she
called her kiss a pink strawberry.
"That was a very sweet strawberry, dar-
ling," mamma said. "Now, tell me what was
burning down stairs. I smell it stronger than
It was no wonder that the burned smell
seemed stronger, for Dorothy had poor, burned
Betty in her arms.
"Why, it was Betty."
Betty! exclaimed mamma, in surprise.
" Why, how could it have been Betty, darling ?"
"Well, you see I couldn't wring her dry,"
Dorothy explained, "and so I thought I would
put her in the oven, and then she would get


dry there, and then I forgot her, and so she
got all burned up, and just look at her arm,
mamma. I am going to play she got burned
nearly to death."
"You won't have to pretend very hard to
pretend that," said mamma, smiling. Betty
looks as if she had been in the fire indeed.
You will have to nurse her up for a long
time to get such a sick child well."
"I am going to ask Jamie to come over
this afternoon and play doctor," said Dorothy.
"And can I have a plate of cookies for the
sick child, mamma ?"
Mamma laughed.
"I never heard that cookies were very good
for sick children," she said. "I don't know
but that they might be good for the doctor,
though, so I will give you some."
Doctor Jamie came over that afternoon.
He was very often called in to prescribe for
Dorothy's family, and he liked to play doctor
very much indeed.





He walked into the room where Dorothy
sat, holding her sick doll all wrapped up in
a little shawl so that the air could not get
to even the tip of her nose, lest she should
take cold.
Hum! Ha!" said the doctor wisely, push-
ing back his hat, so he could see out from
under it, and looking at Betty through the
spectacles that made him look as wise as an
You have a very sick child, ma'am.
What has she been eating? I will taste this
cake and see if it is that that made her sick."
"No, she hasn't eaten any cookies," said
Dorothy. "She was in a fire and got burned."
Oh, ah," said the doctor. Well, I will eat
one, and see if it would do her any good."
He ate a cooky, and Dorothy ate one.
"I guess I could hardly tell by eating
one," said this greedy doctor. "I will have to
eat another, ma'am, to be sure whether you
ought to allow your sick child to eat one."


It took the doctor so long to make up his
mind, that the cookies were all gone, before
he said that Betty must not eat any.
He gave Dorothy a little bottle of water
medicine to give her, and a peppermint loz-
enge, and then with a strip of muslin he
bandaged up the burned arm.
To be sure that the bandage would not
come off, Dorothy got her needle and thread
and sewed it on, and then she put Betty to
bed to get well, and went out in the garden
and had a fine game with Doctor Jamie. /



YOU would not have thought, if you had
seen Dorothy only when she was very
much pleased about something, that such a
merry little dimpled face could ever be all
wrinkled up with pouts and frowns.
When Dorothy did not like anything it
was just as if a storm had come down upon
a beautiful mountain lake.
Her forehead would wrinkle up in so
many little scowls that it would look as if
some naughty fairy had tied it in a hard
knot, and it couldn't get loose, and her lips
-well, they would be pouted out until you
might have thought that that same naughty
fairy had been making a seat for herself there.
Mamma did not like to see her little girl


pout, and she wondered a great many times
how she should teach her that she must not
do it. She often talked to her about it, and
then Dorothy would be so sorry to think that
she had made her dear mamma feel badly,
that she would put her arms around mamma's
neck, and hug and kiss her, and tell her she
would never, never do it again.
She really meant what she said, and at the
time thought that nothing would ever make
her so naughty again, but perhaps five min-
utes later, if mamma wanted her to do some-
thing that she did not like, she would forget
all about her promises, and her forehead
would wrinkle and her lips pout, as if she had
never been told how naughty it was.
There was no doubt about it: Mamma
would have to do something to make her lit-
tle girl remember, for it would not do to let
her keep on in such naughty ways.
"Dorothy darling, you left all. your paper
dolls on my floor," she said one morning.


"Come and pick them up and put them away
now, before you get out your other toys."
"Oh, mamma, need I ?" and Dorothy spoke
so sorrowfully, as if mamma had asked her to
do a great piece of work, and her lips went
out so that you would hardly have known
that it was the same little face that had smiled
so sweetly at papa from the window when he
drove away a few minutes ago.
"Yes, darling, pick them up now."
"Oh, dear!" and a pout twisted Dorothy's
dear little face up into a bow knot of wrin-
"Dorothy, will you go and get my paint
box?" mamma asked.
Dorothy was ready enough to do that, for
she liked to watch mamma paint, and almost
always mamma let her take the brush after-
wards and use up the paints that were left
upon the palette. Mamma took her brush, and
dipping it into water, rubbed it upon a cake
of dark-brown paint.


"Hold out your hand, Dorothy," she said,
and wondering what her mamma was going to
do, Dorothy held out her little fat hand to
mamma. Mamma took it in hers and painted
a little dark spot right on the back.
"Oh, mamma!" cried Dorothy, as she tried
to pull her hand away. "What made you do
that? I don't like paint on my hand at all.
Please take it off."
Mamma shook her head.
No, Dorothy darling. I am going to
paint a black spot on your hands every time
you pout to-day, and you must leave them
there till bedtime, and then I will wash them
off. I want my little girl to remember not to
pout when I ask her to do anything. You say
you will remember to be good, but you see
you forget all about your promise every time
I ask you to do anything that isn't just what
you want to do. Now, if you have to look
at these spots all day, for I am afraid that
there will be a great many more than this one,


unless you are better than usual, I think you
will learn to remember."
"But I don't want a spot on my hand,"
Dorothy cried, and this time she not only
pouted, but two big tears came rolling down
her cheeks.
"I am afraid that I shall have to put an-
other spot there," mamma said, as she looked
at the pouting little mouth, and in another mo-
ment there were two spots on Dorothy's hand.
This was dreadful, and yet if she pouted and
cried over the second spot, just as likely as
not mamma would put a third one there.
"I'll try to remember, mamma," Dorothy
said, pressing her lips together, so that they
should not pout without her knowing it.
"That is right, Dorothy darling," said
mamma, cuddling her little girl close up to
her, and giving her a loving squeeze and kiss.
"I hope I won't ever have to put any more
spots on your hands, for I feel just as badly to
see them there as you do."


Dorothy really did try to remember, for a
little while. Every time she looked at her
hand she could see those ugly little black
spots, and she did not like them at all; and
it was a great deal better to try to be good
than to have such dreadful spots on her hands.



FOR one whole long hour Dorothy was as
pleasant as any little girl could be, but
then she began to get used to the sight of
the spots, and she did not think so much
about what they had been placed there for.
"I think I'll take Betty out for a change of
air for her health," she said when she began to
get tired of playing in the house.
"No, darling, not for half an hour yet,"
said mamma, looking up from her work. It
rained last night, and the grass is too wet for
you to play on. Wait a little while."
"Oh, dear!" and the lips went out again
before Dorothy remembered that the paint-box
was standing just beside mamma's chair.
Oh, please don't paint my hand," she said,


as mamma took up her paint brush, but
mamma held out her hand for Dorothy.
"I must, darling, for I want to help you
remember not to pout, and perhaps this will
help you to remember."
Dorothy looked very sorrowfully at the spot,
but she did not pout about it this time, for
she did not. want another one. Three black
spots were quite enough for one little hand.
"Oh, here comes Auntie May," said Doro-
thy, running to the window in a few minutes,
as she heard the gate click. "I am so glad,
for I was wanting to see her just dreadfully
only this very morning. I wonder if she knew
I wanted to see her, mamma?"
"I shouldn't wonder if she did," said
mamma, with a smile.
When Auntie May came upstairs Dorothy
ran to meet her, but just as she reached the
door she remembered her hand with all its
spots. How could she ever let Auntie May
see that hand, and how could she tell her


what all those spots had been put on it for?
Much as she wanted to see Auntie May, she
could not let her see that hand. She ran
away into the next room and hid behind the
door, while Auntie May looked all around the
room and said, at last:
"Why, where is darling Dorothy? I thought
I heard her voice as I came upstairs."
She was here just a moment ago," mamma
answered. "I think she will be back very
Oh, how Dorothy did want to see her dear
auntie, yet what could she do with her hand ? At
last a thought came into her little head, and tak-
ing a towel she ran downstairs into the kitchen.
"Please, Katie, will you tie my hand all
up in this towel, so no one can see the spots
on it?" she said.
"Why, whatever have you been doing to
your hand?" asked Katie, as she looked at the
little fat hand with its three black spots.
"I don't want to talk about it," Dorothy


answered. "I like to talk about something else
better. Now please tie it up for me right away,
Katie, for I want to go upstairs and see my
Katie did as Dorothy asked her, without
saying anything more about the spots, though
she had an idea why they were there; and then
Dorothy ran upstairs to see her auntie.
"Why, Dorothy darling, how did you hurt
your hand?" was the first question Auntie May
asked, as she saw the little hand tied up in
the big towel.
Dorothy did not like to tell her auntie, as
she had told Katie, that she would rather talk
about something else, so she hung down her
head and looked very much ashamed, but did
not say anything.
"Don't you want to tell me about it, dar-
ling?" asked Auntie May.
Dorothy climbed up into her auntie's lap
and hid her face on her shoulder before she
said: Mamma will tell you."


So mamma told Auntie May how Dorothy
wanted to be a good little girl and meant to
try to stop pouting, but how she always forgot,
and so mamma was going to put these little
spots on her hands every time she forgot, so
that she would learn to remember.
Dorothy took off the towel, which was very
uncomfortable, and showed Auntie May the
"But there won't be any more there ever,"
she said, very positively.
"How very nice that will be," said Auntie
May, giving Dorothy a hug and kiss. "Then
you will always have a sunshiny little face,
won't you?"
It was harder to remember than Dorothy
thought it would be, though, and before lunch
was over there were three more spots with
the others, for there were so many things on
the table that she wanted and could not have,
and when mamma told her that she had had
enough preserves she not only pouted, but


began to cry out loud, so, of course, there
had to be a very big spot put on her hand
for that.
When papa came home at night he found
both little hands covered with black spots, and
he was very sorry to hear that his dear little
girl had pouted so many times that day.
It did help Dorothy to remember, though,
and when mamma washed her little hands
clean when she went to bed, she made up
her mind that she would try with all her
might never to forget any more.
Of course she did not stop pouting all at
once. That would have been quite too much
to expect, but she improved a little every
day, and at last the time came when mamma
could put her paint box away and never use
it any more, except for painting, for Dorothy
was such a good little girl.



OF course a poor sick dolly like Betty had
to have her meals in bed, and Doro-
thy had a very nice time pretending to feed
her in bed.
"I think Betty really ought to have a
cooky every morning," Dorothy said to mamma,
and mamma smiled.
Yes, I think she may have one every
morning until she gets well, as she had so
many misfortunes."
Dorothy would put the cooky on one of
her little doll's plates and take it up and
put it beside Betty's little bed, and then,
after a while, when she had left it there long
enough for Betty to eat all she wanted of it.
Dorothy would go and help her finish it.


One morning she had just taken the
cooky up to Betty, when she heard papa's
voice calling her.
"Dorothy darling, I am going for a ride
in the country; do you want to go with me?"
asked papa.
Of course Dorothy wanted to go, and so
she ran down to mamma to get ready, and
quite forgot all about both Betty and the
cooky. Always before, when she had left the
cooky beside Betty's bed, she had found it
just as she left it when she went back again.
You can guess how surprised she was this
time, when she saw that Betty had really been
eating some of it.
Betty must have eaten it, for there was
no one else who could have done it, and
quite a little piece of the cooky had been
"Oh, mamma, come and see what Betty
has been doing," called Dorothy, in a very
excited tone, running to the top of the stairs.


"What has she done?" asked mamma, as
she came upstairs.
"Why, she has really and truly eaten some
of the cooky," Dorothy said, in delight.
"Oh, I think you must be mistaken, dar-
ling," said mamma, smiling. "You know Betty
couldn't eat."
"Well, I never s'posed she could before
now," Dorothy answered, taking hold of her
mamma's hand, and leading her into the play-
room. "But now look and see if she didn t
eat this time, mamma. I never took even a
crumb of this cooky, and it was all there
when I went out with papa, and now see
how much of it is gone. You didn't eat it,
and I don't s'pose Katie did, so who did eat
it if Betty didn't ? "
Mamma laughed. "Betty didn't eat it, dar-
ling, but the question is, who did eat it?"
Oh, I truly believe Betty did," persisted
Dorothy. "She looks better, too, just as if
she had been eating cookies."


Dorothy could not be persuaded that Betty
had not eaten some of the cooky, but mamma
determined to watch and see who had been
stealing some of it.
When Dorothy went out to play, mamma
went softly every now and then and peeped
in the playroom door. At last she saw some-
thing that made her smile, and presently she
went downstairs, and calling Dorothy, said to
"If you can come upstairs very softly and
not make any noise when you peep in the
playroom door, I will show you who it is
that is stealing Betty's cooky."
Oh, who is it?" exclaimed Dorothy, but
mamma shook her head.
"Wait till you see for yourself, darling.
You would never guess."
Dorothy crept upstairs very softly and
peeped in the playroom door without making
a sound.
What do you suppose she saw?


A little tiny gray mouse was sitting on
the table by the side of Betty's crib, and he
was nibbling away at the cooky.
Oh!" cried Dorothy, forgetting that she
must be very quiet.
Presto! The little mouse darted away like
a flash, and he went so quickly, that Dorothy
never knew where he went.
Mamma! exclaimed Dorothy, it was
the very cunningest little bit of a mouse you
ever saw.
I know it, darling," mamma said, smiling
at Dorothy's excitement.
"Oh, I wish he would come back and let
me feed him," Dorothy said. "I would like a
little mouse better than a dolly, I do believe,
for he would eat and be alive. Do you s'pose
the little mouse will come back again if I leave
cookies for him, mamma?"
I expect he would," mamma answered,
"but I don't want to see him again, for per-
haps if he should get too well acquainted, and


should come very often, he might eat some
thing besides cookies."
"Well, I wouldn't care if he did; would
you, mamma?" asked Dorothy.
"I would care very much indeed, if he
should take a little nibble out of your coat
or dress," mamma answered. "No, darling,
little mice are very pretty and cunning, but
I would rather have them out in the stable,
than here in the house."
"You won't set a trap for this dear little
mousie, will you ?" asked Dorothy, remember-
ing that Katie had caught one once in the
kitchen, and given it to the cat to eat.
No, I won't catch this mouse now, but you
must be careful and not leave any cookies
around, for if he should do any damage, I
am afraid I should have to catch him."
Dorothy often sat very still and watched
for the dear little mouse, but he never came
again. Perhaps this was because she never
left any more cookies for Betty to eat.



IT was a. rainy afternoon, and Dorothy could
not go out of doors, and she wondered
what she should do to have a nice time.
"I guess I'll dress up and play going
visiting," she said at last, when she was tired
of playing with Tipsy. Perhaps I should say
that Tipsy was tired of playing with Dorothy,
for all at once, when they were having a nice
game of romps, the naughty little kitty put
out her sharp claws, and gave Dorothy a little
scratch, and then jumped down and ran away.
Betty had had her arm bandaged up in
a new strip of muslin, and had been given
medicine several times, so there was nothing
more to do for her, and Dorothy did not feel
like playing with any of her other dolls, so


she had really nothing else to do but to go
Tap! tap! tap! came a knock at mamma's
door, in a few minutes, and she looked up to
see a little lady, holding up her dress with one
hand, while she held a fan in the other.
"Why, come in, Mrs. Montague," said
Dorothy's mamma, for she was very well ac-
quainted with her visitor, and knew that when
she had that dress on, her name was always
Mrs. Montague.
"I am very. glad to see you," she went
on, getting up to shake hands with her vis-
itor, and drawing a chair forward for her to
sit upon.
"I am very glad to see you," Mrs. Mon-
tague answered, spreading out her train as
she sat down.
"I 'spect you have been wondering why I
haven't been to call on you before, but really
I have been so dreadful busy, that I couldn't."
"Why, yes, it's a long time since you came

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to see me," mamma answered. "I don't think
you have been here since that rainy day last
week. How are all your children?"
"They're poorly, ma'am," said Dorothy with
a funny little sigh that made mamma want to
smile. "That's what's kept me so busy. My
oldest little boy he had the measles, and they
struck in all over him, and then the doctor
couldn't pick them out again, and so he was
dreadful sick."
"Why, that was too bad," answered mamma.
"It is very bad for measles to strike in, I have
always heard."
"Oh, yes, it's very bad indeed," Dorothy
answered. "Then my next child she fell in
the fire and was all burned up nearly, and so
I've been very busy tending to her."
"I hope she will soon be better," said
"Oh, yes, the doctor says she's got a con-
stitution, and that's a very good thing for her,"
said Dorothy, trying to repeat what she had


heard her father say the day before about a
"Oh, well, if she has got a constitution,"
said mamma, "then I dare say she will do
nicely. I know you take very good care of
your children when they are sick."
"Yes, I take care of them all the time,"
said Mrs. Montague. "They're a dreadful care,
but then I like children. They will be old
enough to go to school pretty soon, and then
they won't be under foot."
Dorothy had heard a lady who was calling
on her mamma say that, so she thought it
would be very nice to say about her children,
when she was out calling.
"Have you been 'serving?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, I have put up a great many pre-
serves ?" mamma answered. "I suppose you
have preserved some strawberries this year,
haven't you? I believe you are very fond of
A little twinkle danced in Mrs. Montague's


eyes, for there wasn't anything that Dorothy
liked quite as well as preserved strawberries.
Yes'm, I put up forty 'leven jars of
strawberry jam," she said. I like strawberry
jam, and I like sponge cake too," she added.
"Couldn't I persuade you to eat a. little
piece of sponge cake?" asked mamma. "Katie
made some this morning, and I think she
makes very nice sponge cake."
Oh, I really couldn't think of such a
thing," simpered Mrs. Montague, who always
liked to be urged to eat a piece of cake
when she went calling.
"Do let me tempt you," urged mamma.
"Oh, I couldn't let you. I am afraidd you
will rob me."
Mamma smiled. Dorothy meant that she
was afraid mamma would rob herself, but she
had only heard the expression once and had
mixed it all up.
"I shall feel very badly if you don't take
some," mamma insisted, and then she went


down stairs, and came back pretty soon with
a piece of sponge cake on a pretty blue plate,
and a dear little glass of raspberry shrub.
What do you think Mrs. Montague said
when she saw this?
"Goody! goody! she said, quite forgetting
all her grown-up airs./



WHEN the cake and raspberry shrub were
all gone, Mrs. Montague got up and
said good-by, telling mamma that she must
be sure to come and see her very soon indeed.
When she had taken her long dress off and
hung it up again in mamma's closet, and put
away mamma's fan and hood, she was little
Dorothy again.
Dorothy darling, I am going down in the
kitchen to make something nice for tea," called
mamma. "Don't you want to come down and
see me ? "
"Oh, yes," said Dorothy. She always liked
to go down in the kitchen with mamma and
see her make nice things.
"What are you going to make, mamma ?"


asked Dorothy, when mamma put on her
apron and went into the pantry.
"I am going to make some muffins for tea,"
mamma answered.
"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Dorothy, jumping
up and down by the table.
"I wish I was big enough to help you,
"Some day you shall," mamma answered.
Dorothy watched her put the flour in the
pan and sift it, and then she watched the eggs
beaten to a yellow foam.
Just before mamma put the eggs into the
muffins, Katie called her into the dining room,
and she left the muffins to see what Katie
I wish I could make muffins," said Dorothy.
"I guess I'll help mamma while she is gone,
and put something into the muffins for her."
The flour box was too far back on the table
for Dorothy to reach it, so she picked the tin
box of baking powder up in her little hands.


"I know mamma always puts some of this in,"
she said to herself, and standing up on her
tip-toes, she tipped the box into the pan where
the flour was measured out for the muffins.
"I wonder how much I had better put in,"
she said to herself as she shook the box, so
that a good deal should surely go into the
pan. "I guess I will put half in anyway."
She looked into the box, and saw that she
had put in more than half.
"Well, I don't 'spect it makes any differ-
ence if I did put in a good deal," she
thought. "When mamma asked Mrs. Marlowe
what made her cake so good, she said she had
a heavy hand when she measured things, and
after she went away mamma told me that a
heavy hand meant putting in a good deal of
things, so I am sure the muffins will be good
because I had a heavy hand of this stuff in the
box. I wonder what it tastes like."
She put a little bit on her tongue, but she
decided that it did not taste good at all. For


a moment she began to think that perhaps if
it tasted so badly she had spoiled the muffins,
but then she remembered that things tasted
very differently after they were cooked, and
even flour wasn't nice before it was baked.
This would be good after it had been in the
Mamma will be 'sprised to think that I
helped her so nicely," she thought to herself,
as she waited for mamma to come back, to
tell her what she had been doing.
While she was waiting for mamma to
come, she heard papa's carriage driving
into the yard, and she forgot all about the
muffins and ran to the door to meet him.
Mamma hurried back to the kitchen to
finish the muffins, for she knew papa was
hungry, and would want his supper very soon,
and she was in such a hurry that she never
looked into the baking powder box, or noticed
when she put it away that it was nearly empty.
"I think these will be very nice muffins,"


she thought as she dropped them into their
little pans, and put them into the hot oven.
In about fifteen minutes, Katie came to the
sitting-room door, and asked mamma to come
out to the kitchen.
What is it, Katie ? asked mamma.
Why, I don't know whatever is the matter
with the muffins, ma'am," said Katie, with a
very puzzled look on her face. "I went to
the oven to see if they were baking nicely,
and this is the way I found them running all
over the oven, as if they were crazy things."
She opened the oven door, to show mamma,
and it was indeed just as she had said. The
muffins had run all over the oven, and were
foaming up instead of baking properly as all
good muffins should do.
"Why, I can't imagine what is the matter
with them," said mamma, looking at them in
surprise. "I never saw them do that before."
You must have put too much baking
powder in them," said Katie.


"No, I measured it very carefully," mamma
"Maybe you forgot and put it in twice,"
Katie suggested.
"I am quite sure that I did not do that,"
mamma answered, looking more puzzled than
Katie. After I had measured the baking
powder I did not touch the box again until I
put it away in the pantry."
Mamma went back to the sitting room.
"I meant to have muffins for tea," she
began to say, but just then Dorothy remem-
bered how she had helped mamma, and had
forgotten to tell her, and she exclaimed:
"Oh, mamma, did you know that I helped
you make the muffins?"
The puzzled look went away from mam-
ma's face.
How did you help me, dear?"
"I put in lots of powder from the shiny
tin box," Dorothy answered. And that was
what made the muffins run all over the


oven It was no wonder that mamma and
Katie had been puzzled.
Because Dorothy had helped with the muf-
fins, was the reason that no one nad any for
tea. /



M AMMA was out in the kitchen making
blackberry pies. Dorothy was there too,
watching her. Two very nice things happened
whenever mamma made blackberry pies. One
nice thing was that she always heard a story
that grandma used to tell mamma when she
was a little girl, and that must have been
ever and ever so long ago, Dorothy thought.
The other nice thing was that mamma
always made a dear little turnover for her to
play tea-party with, and I am not quite sure
which Dorothy liked the better.
This was the story of Greedy Johnny
which mamma told, as she took the little piece
of pastry that would always be left, and
rolled it out, to make a turnover for Dorothy.


"Once upon a time there was a little boy,
and his name was Greedy Johnny. His
mamma was going to make him a turnover
one day, so he stood by the kitchen table
just as you are doing, and watched her. First
she took a little piece of pastry, just like this,
and rolled it out this way, and that way, and
then she took some blackberries, so, and put
them in the middle of the pastry. Then she
sprinkled some sugar on them, just so, and
then she took the edges of the pastry, and
pinched them up together just this way, un-
til all the blackberries were fastened up in
the turnover, so they couldn't possibly roll
All this time mamma had been making
Dorothy's turnover, as she told her how
Johnny's mamma had made his, and so by the
time she finished the story, the turnover was
all done.
Then she went on with the story.
"Johnny's mamma put the turnover in a


dish and set it in the oven to bake. Johnny
went and got his little red chair, and sat
down in front of the stove to wait for his
turnover. Johnny liked turnovers, just as
much as you do, Dorothy darling, and he
could hardly wait for it to bake, he was so
anxious to have some of it.
"Pretty soon his auntie came into the
kitchen and said:
"'What is it that smells so good?'
"'It is my turnover, baking in the oven,
said Johnny.
"' Oh, I am so glad you are going to
have a turnover,' said his auntie. 'I like
turnovers very much, and you will give me
a piece of yours when it is done, won't
"Johnny was a very greedy little boy, and
he wanted it all himself, so he said to his
"'It will be hot when it is done, and I am
afraid you would burn your mouth, auntie. I


guess you had better wait and have a piece of
the big pie.'
"'But turnovers are so much nicer,' said his
auntie. 'I will wait till it is cool to have
some. You can give me a little piece when
you eat it.'
"Johnny looked very cross, for he did not
want to divide his turnover at all, and so he
said :
I want it all myself, auntie, and I don't
mean to give anybody a piece. You can't have
any, so!'
"Auntie looked disappointed when Johnny
said this, and she went away saying:
"'I am very sorry that you are such a
greedy Johnny.'
"At last the turnover was all done, and
Johnny's mamma took it out of the oven, and
set it on the table to cool.
"Papa came into the kitchen, and said:
"'Whose nice turnover is that?'
"'It's mine,' Johnny said.


"'It looks very good,' said papa. 'Suppose
we eat it now, Johnny; I know you are going
to give me some.
"'Oh, everybody wants my turnover,' said
greedy Johnny, with tears in his eyes. 'I
am going to eat it all myself, and I don't
mean to divide with any one.
"'I am very sorry you are such a greedy
little boy,' said papa, as he went away.
"'Are you going to give me some?' asked
his mamma, but Johnny shook his head.
"'I want it all myself,' he answered; so
pretty soon when the turnover was cool, this
greedy little boy sat down in the corner and
ate it all alone. Wasn't he a greedy little
Johnny ?"
"I wouldn't be a greedy Johnny," said
Dorothy. "I mean to give you and papa and
Katie each a piece of my turnover when I
eat it, and all my dollies shall have some,
too, and I would give that dear little mouse
some, if I knew where he was."


It was the dearest little turnover that
mamma put into the oven for Dorothy, and
while it was baking, Dorothy went upstairs,
and told her dolls what a nice tea party they
were going to have by and by when the
turnover was done. j/



" JUST think it's dreadful."
1 Dorothy was pouting, there was no
doubt about it, but she was out by the gate
all alone, where no one saw her but Lucinda,
her doll, and poor Lucinda's head was nearly
off, and her neck was so crooked, that she
hardly ever saw anything right side up.
Such a great big pout! If mamma had
seen it, I think she would have made a spot
big enough to cover the whole of one of
Dorothy's hands, to make her remember.
"I just think it's dreadful," Dorothy re-
peated, with a little sob in her voice.
Dorothy had been going out for a walk
with mamma, and Lucinda, too, of course, and
just as they were ready to start, some one


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