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The bone man
Fanny Harlow's party
The little teacher
Both sides of a story
Buying a brother
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SusY IN SEARCH OF ALICE. Page 22.
SUSY IN SEARCH OF ALICE. Page 22.
BERTHA G. DAVIDSON
H. M. CALDWELL CO.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by
LEE & SHEPARD
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts
Copyright, 1893, by Rebecca S. Clarke
All Rights Reserved
Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple
TO LITTLE NELLY CLARKE.
I. DoTTY's BABYHOOD,
II. THE BONE MAN,.
III. DOTTY'S VERSES,
IV. THE NESTLINGS,.
V. FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY,
VI. THE LITTLE TEACHER,
VII. BOTH SIDES OF A STORY,
VIII. THE WATER-KELPIE,
IX. BROTHER ZIP,
X. DR. PRUDY,
XI. BUYING A BROTHER, .
[IL A WEDDING,
ALICE was the youngest of the Parlin
family. When Grandma Read called the
children into the kitchen, and told them
about their new little sister, Susy danced
for joy; and Prudy, in her delight, opened
the cellar door, and fell down the whole
length of the stairs. However, she rolled
as softly as a pincushion, and was not seri-
"But you can't go into mother's room,"
said Susy, you're crying so hard."
"Poh !" replied three-years-old Prudy,
twinkling off the tears; "yes, I can neither.
I won't go crying in! I didn't hurt me
velly bad. I'm weller now "
So she had the first peep at the wee dot
of a baby in the nurse's arms.
0, dear, dear," said she, "what shall I
do? I are so glad! I wish I could jump
clear up to the sky of this room! How
you do, little sister?"
The baby made no reply.
"Why don't you love me? This is me:
my name's Prudy. I've got a red pocket-
dress; Santa Claw bringed it."
Still the little stranger paid no heed, -
only winked her small, bright eyes, and at
last closed then entirely.
0, my stars she don't hear the leastest
thing," sobbed Prudy, glad of an excuse to
cry again. She can't hear the leastest mite
of a thing! Where's the- holes in her ears
gone to? 0, dear, dear "
It seemed to Susy that this was the hap-
piest day of her life. She stole up to her
mother and kissed her. 0, mamma," said
she, "wasn't God good to send this little
sister? -Why, I'm crying," added Susy,
greatly surprised; "what do you suppose
makes me cry, when I'm happy all over -
clear to the ends of my fingers?"
"Yes, your eyes are a sprinklin' down
tears, but you're laughing all over your
face; and so'm I," said little Prudy, de-
lighted to see some one else as foolish as
"Susan, I hope thee 'll receive this new
sister as a gift from God," said grandma
Read, wiping her spectacles.
"It seems so funny," said Susy, gently
stroking the baby's face;" so funny for me
to have a new sister."
"Now you've telled a story, Susy Parlin;
she was sended to me, -isn't I the lit.
testt" cried bruised and battered Prudy,
shaking with another tempest of tears, and
kissing the baby violently.
0, mamma! 0, grandma," said Susy,
clasping her hands in alarm, "don't let her
kiss that soft baby so hard! She'll draw
the blood right through her cheeks."
The nurse, who was a smiling woman,
with a wart on her nose, began to frown a
little, and grandma Read, patting Prudy's
head, whispered to her that if she did not
stop crying she must leave the room, as the
noise she made disturbed her mother.
"Then I'll-I'll be-just as good as a
lady, and I won't kiss her no more," replied
little Prudy between her sobs, at the same
time prying open baby's mouth with her
"Why, where's her teef? When you
going' to put in her tecf?"
," said Susy, in an ecstasy, "isn't she
such a velvet darling? What cunning little
footsie-tootsies shaped just like a flatiron !
But I haven't seen her eyes yet."
"There, look now," said Prudy, puffing
in the baby's face; "her eyes has came!
I've blowed 'em open."
"0, fie, Miss Prudy," said the nurse,
biting her lips; "now you'll certainly have
to leave the room. It's not safe for you to
come near this tiny bit of a baby. Nobody
ever knows what you are likely to do
Little Prudy hung her head in great
"Then, if she goes, I'll have to go too, or
there'll be a fuss," sighed Susy, stroking
the baby's hair, which was as soft as a
Both children cast a lingering look at the
bewitching little figure, so daintily wrapped
in a fleecy blanket. Prudy felt tempted to
snatch her up and give her a good hugging,
but stood in mortal fear of the nurse.
There was something awful about Mrs.
Fling: Prudy presumed it was the wart on
When the children were outside the door,
and grandma had closed it gently, they
seated themselves on the upper step of the
staircase, and began to talk over this strange
"Don't you know what made me cry in
there?" said Prudy. "The baby isn't only
a girl, and that's why I cried."
For the moment Prudy fancied she was
telling the truth.
Susy laughed. "Just to think of our
keeping a boy in THIS house, Prudy Par-
"0, no! course not!" returned her little
sister, quickly ; we wouldn't keep a
"You see," argued Susy, "it's boys that
fire all the popguns, and whistle in your
ears, and frighten you. Why, if this was
a brother, we couldn't but just live What
made you cry for a brother, Prudy?"
"Poh, I didn't! I wouldn't have him for
nothing' in my world I'm glad God sended
a girl, and that's what made me laugh."
"It seems so queer to think of it, Prudy,
I don't know what to do with myself, I
"Well, I know what I'm goin' to do. I'll
give her my red pocket-dress. She's come
clear down from God's house, and this is a
drefful cold world."
Susy knew that little Prudy's heart must
be overflowing with sisterly love to the
baby, or she would not be willing to give
her the pocket-dress.
"She can tuck her candy in," pursued
Prudy; "'tisn't a believe-make, you know;
there's a hole clear through. She can tuck
her candy in, and her pyunes and pfigs, and
teenty apples. Oho !"
"'Twill be as mother says about giving
her your dress, Prudy; but we shall be
glad to see you kind to the new sister," said
Susy, who was fond of giving small lectures
to Prudy. "We ought to be kind to her,
for God sent her down on purpose. Of
course it will be ME that will take the most
care of her; but may be they'll let you
watch her sometimes when she's asleep.
Don't blow open her eyes any more, Prudy;
that's very naughty. If we do, just as we
ought to, and are kind to her, "he'll be a
comfort, and grow up a lady!"
"0, will she?" asked Prudy, a little
sadly. "I thought when she growed up
she'd be a gemplum, like papa."
"What an idea But that's just as much
sense as you little bits o' children have'
When you don't know about anything,
Prudy, you may come and ask me; I'm
The new baby was very wonderful in-
deed. The first thing she did was to cry;
the next was to sneeze. Prudy wished
"all the people down street, and all the
ladies that lived in the whole o' the houses,
could see the new sister." Her heart
swelled with pride when admiring ladies
took the unconscious little creature in their
arms, saying, "Really, it is a remarkably
pretty child. What starry eyes! What
graceful little fingers! Isn't her mouth
shaped like Prudy's?"
Mrs. Parlin did not approve of cradles,
and the nurse had a fashion of rolling the
baby in a blanket and laying her down in
all sorts of places. One day little Prudy
flung herself into the big rocking-chair, not
noticing the small bundle which lay there,
under a silk handkerchief.
It was feared at first that the baby was
crushed to death; but when she was heard
to cry, Mrs. Parlin said, "We have great
cause for thankfulness. So far as I can
judge, it is only her nose that is broken! "
But the doctor pronounced the baby's
bones as sound as ever.
"It is only little Miss Prudy whose nose
is out of joint," added he.
Prudy ran to look in the glass, but could
not see anything the matter with her nose,
or anything that looked like a joint." But
after this she was as careful as a child of
her heedless age can be, not to injure her
tender sister. She never again saw a silk
handkerchief without shaking it to make
.sure there was not a baby under it.
It was a long while before the friends
could decide upon a name for this beautiful
"For my part I have no choice," said
Mr. Parlin, and only one remark to make;
call the child by her right name, whatever
it may be, for I am very much opposed to
pet names, of all sorts."
After every one else had spoken, Mrs.
Parlin suggested that she would like to call
the baby Alice Barrow, in honor of a dear
friend, now in heaven.
She grew to be a fair, fat baby; and
while her teeth were pricking through, like
little pointed pearls, Susy's front teeth were
dropping out. Then she grew to be a tod-
18 DOTTY DIMPLE.
dling child; and while she was learning to
walk, Prudy was beginning to sew patch-
work. For time does not stand still; it
passed, minute by minute, over the heads
of Susy, Prudy, and Alice, as well as all
the rest of the world. And soon it brought
an end to Alice's babyhood.
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THE BONE MAN.
IN spite of all Mr. Parlin had said against
it, his little daughter was called by various
pet names, -such as Midge, and Lady-
bird, and Forget-me-not. Very few were
the people who seemed to remember that
her name was Alice.
She had a pair of busy dimples, which
were a constant delight to her sisters.
"They twinkle, twinkle like little stars,
only they don't shine," cried Prudy.
."Why," said Susy, "it's just as if her
cheeks were made of water, and we were
skipping pebbles in 'em."
And because of these tiny whirlpools, the
child was usually called Dotty Dimple.
From the time she could stand on her own
little feet, she was a queen of a baby, and
carried her small head very 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 her little bruises and pity her. It gave
great offence if any one said, "Poor Alice!"
She seemed to grow half a head taller in a
minute, and looked as if she would say,
"Needn't make a baby o' me!"
Not that she really said so. Talking was
a thing she did not often attempt, though
she sang a great deal, with a voice as clear
as a flute. Prudy mourned because her
tongue "did not grow fast enough." But
where was the need of speech? If she
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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 was enough to
point to the door, and then to her hat.
Her little forefinger was as good as most
people's tongues, and served as a tolerably
good guide-post, for it pointed the way she
meant to go herself, and the way she wished
others to go.
One day, while Mrs. Parlin was making
currant jelly, she allowed Prudy to stay in
the kitchen, and see her strain the beautiful
crimson juice. But as for Alice, she had
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 by. "Pedadder cried Alice,
showing her dimples. "Yes, piazza; so it
is," said careless Susy, beginning to read a
fairy story, and soon forgetting her quiet
Looking up at last, there was nothing to
be seen of Alice. She could not have
entered the house, for the front-door knob
was above her reach.
Susy ran out upon the pavement, and
looked up and down the street. Which
way to go she could not tell, but started
down street at full speed. "0, I'm sure I
ought to be going up street," gasped she;
"and if I was, I shouldn't think that was
right either. Wish I knew which way I
should expect Dotty to go, and then I'd
know she'd gone just the other way."
After flitting hither and thither for some
time, Susy ran home to give the alarm.
THE BONE MAN.
Without stopping to remove the jelly from
the stove, Mrs. Parlin, Norah, and Prudy
ran out of doors, and taking different di-
rections, started in search of the missing
On High Street Prudy met a soap man,
just reentering his wagon at some one's
S0, have you seen my little sister?"
cried Prudy, pressing her hand against her
"Your little sister? And who may that
be?" said the soap man, in a deep whisper;
for he had such a severe cold on his lungs
that for six months he had not spoken a
"0, her name is Alice Wheelbarrow
Parlin, sir," whispered Prudy, in reply;
and she had on a pink dress, and her hair
curls down her neck, and she has the
brightest eyes, and two years and a half of
age, sir. O, where do you s'pose she's
In her concern for Dotty, Prudy had for-
gotten her usual fear of strangers.
"I'm sorry you've lost your sister," whis-
pered the soap man; "but as you seem to
be pretty well tired out, suppose you jump
into my cart and ride with me."
Prudy wondered why the man still kept
whispering, but presumed there was some
reason why the loss of Dotty ought to be
kept secret. She looked at the long lum-
ber-wagon, partly filled with barrels, and
was on the point of replying, "No, thank
you, sir," when a bright idea occurred to
"Do you s'pose, sir, I can get to my sis-
ter any quicker if I ride ?"
"Well, can't say as to that, my dear,"
THE BONE MAN.
whispered the soap man, shoving a barrel
to one side, "seeing as I don't know where
your sister's to be found; but there's one
thing certain- you'll get over the ground a
good deal quicker riding than you would on
your feet. I'm going to Pearl Street be-
fore I stop."
"Then I'll ride, sir, if you'll please lift
me in," whispered poor Prudy, trembling
with fear of the uncouth wagon and strange
man, yet resolved to risk anything foi
There was no seat in the wagon, and
Prudy was obliged to stand up.
"Hold on to me, sissy," said the kind-
hearted soap-boiler. "I reckon you ain't
used to riding in this kind of shape. Why,
lawful sakes, your face is as white as a
"It's my heart," whispered Prudy, faintly;
Sit whisks just like the eggs Norah beats in
a bowl. But it's no matter, sir; I don't
think I'm afraid,- or only a little speck,"
added she, in a lower whisper; for, though
anxious to be polite, she did not mean to
tell anything but the "white truth."
The little girl's gentle ways won the soap-
boiler's heart at once. "What's your
father's name, little dear?" inquired he, as
they went clattering through the streets.
"His name is Mr. Edward Parlin. But
O, I don't see a single thing of Dotty!"
"Dotty! Why, who is Dotty?" asked
the man, turning about, and gazing at his
little passenger with a look of curiosity.
"Why, Mr. -, why, sir, don't you know ?"
replied the child, struck with a sudden fear
that her strange companion was a crazy
man. my stars don't you know what
you took me up for? Didn't you hear?
THE BONE MAN.
My little sister 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-a-hat.
And I was stirring jelly on the stove, and
never knew it till she was lost and gone.
And we're all hunting, me, and mother,
and all. I thought you knew, sir; but
if you didn't I guess I'd better get out!"
The good-natured soap man shook with
laughter. "Excuse me, little miss," said
he, "but the fact is, I understood you to
say your sister's name was Alice Wheel-
barrow 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 customers.
Now, if you like, I'll lift you out, and you
can go with me and inquire fbr your little
sister. Then you can ride again, for I'm
going as far as Munjoy."
So saying, the man took Prudy out in his
arms. She knew it was rather odd for a
little girl like her to be going around to
people's back doors with a stranger in a
blue blouse; but it was all for Dotty's
The man knocked with the handle of
his whip, and a neat-looking servant girl
"Have you seen anything of a stray
child?" was his first question.
"My little sister," cried Prudy, in breath-
less haste. "She had on a pink dress, and
"We have seen no such child pass this
way," replied the girl, civilly. Prudy's
eager face fell.
THE BONE MAN.
"I supposed likely as not you hadn't,"
said the soap man; "so now we'll proceed
to business. You see I'm here with my
wagon and barrels, and I suppose you per-
ceive that I've come for your bones "
These whispered words fell on Prudy's
ears with terrible force. A vague terror
seized her. I've come for your bones/"
What could he mean? Was he an ogre,
right out of a fairy-book? What did he
want of that poor woman's bones?
Without stopping to think twice, Prudy
ran off with trembling haste, and by the
time the astonished soap-boiler missed her
she had reached Congress Street, and was
The first thing she saw, as she entered
her own door, was the fluttering of Dotty's
pink dress. The runaway was safe and
sound. She 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 the image man had
given her a toy lamb, for which she had
said, "How do," instead of thank you; and
Florence Eastman had led her home.
Susy was heartily ashamed of her heed-
"Now, mother," said she, "do you think,
if I should be kept on bread and water for
a whole day, I should learn to remember?
You'll never trust Dotty with me again."
"Ah," said Mrs. Parlin, with a meaning
smile; "the trouble is, Susy, you've made
up your mind that your memory is good for
nothing: you expect to forget I I shall
trust you again, and you must fully resolve
to do better."
Dotty was very proud of her "baa, baa,"
and insisted upon putting it in her bathing
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tub every morning, and scrubbing it with
her own hands.
Everybody laughed at Prudy's wild story
of the soap-boiler.
"We were tired, my feet and I," said
she, between laughing and crying; "but
I never'd have rode with that whispering
man if I'd known he was a bone manl"
BY the time Alice Parlin was three years
old she could prattle like a bobolink, and
thought herself quite as old and wise as
either of her sisters. Every Sunday morn-
ing it made her very wretched to see Susy
and Prudy set out, with bright faces, for
"Mayn't me go, too?" said she, plain-
tively. "Me's got the coop; must go to
Sabber school !"
0," replied Prudy, snatching a kiss from
her poutiig lips, "if you've got the croup
you certainly can't go."
Dotty shook her curls. "Coop's went
off now. Dotty'll go, all o' you."
"0, no, little sister; you'll stay at home
and look at your pictures. That's the way
I did when I was little."
"You mustn't contraspute," cried Dotty,
shaking her elbows. I is goin' to Sabber
school." Then suddenly showing her dim-
ples, she added with a bright smile, "'Cause
I's your comfort, you know, Prudy, your
darlin', precious little comfort; isn't I,
"Dear me," thought tender Prudy, "the
poor little thing always has to stay at home.
I'll ask mother to let her go with me next
time. It is right for me to ask, for I'm
sure I don't want her to go; so it isn't
Mrs. Parlin had a great many doubts as
to Dotty's good behavior, but at last con-
sented. She felt pretty safe to trust hei
with Prudy, who was very patient, and had
even now a memory longer than Susy's.
Before the time came to start for Sabbath
school, Dotty stood a long while before the
mirror, looking up at her gay hat and down
at her cunning gaiters. She liked nice
clothes, and it pleased her to see herself so
"Is that you, 0 you darlin' Dotty?" said
she, nodding her vain little head, and smil-
ing till her dimples "twinkled." "~Well,
good by, Dotty; I's goin' to Sabber school."
0, hurry, hurry !" cried Susy; we'll
surely be late."
They stepped out upon the pavement,
Dotty walking between her sisters.
"We can't hurry, you know," said Prudy,
'because Dotty's feet are so little."
"I never should have thought of bringing
her," exclaimed Susy. "Any one would
think she'd been eating snails. When she
takes up her foot she shakes it before she
puts it down."
0, what a 'tory!" said Dotty Dimple,
tossing her head. "I never shaked my
foot; did I, Prudy?"
But Prudy had suddenly turned about,
and gone back to the house, saying she
had forgotten something. She had left
home without kissing her mother good by,
and nothing could console Prudy for the
loss of one of her mother's caresses.
"There, girls, I'm back again," said she,
catching her breath. "Now, Dotty, let's
we see how fast we can walk."
"Drefful dirty," said Dotty, scowling at
Yes," replied Susy, "this snow has been
round on the ground a good while. It's
most time it went back to heaven to get
"What do you mean by snow's going to
heaven?" said Prudy, gazing at the street,
which was half white and half black.
"Why, you see," answered Susy, "it
says, 'God scattereth his snow like wool,
and his hoar-frost like the shining pearls.'
And my Sabbath school teacher tells us that
after a while the sun draws it back, and
makes clouds of it, as 'twas before. So,
you see, the snow and the rain keep sprin-
kling down, and then rising up to the sky
Why-ee!" said Prudy; "how does
the snow go up? I never saw it going."
"Indeed you have, Prudy. It goes
puffing up in fog. Why, it's just as if the
snow was a teakettle, and it keeps steaming
"0, does it, Susy? Now, when it fogs, I
shall know the snow 's going up."
"Please don't talk any more," returned
Susy, suddenly lowering her voice; "we
must be very quiet on the street, for it's
Sunday. You don't mean any harm, Prudy,
but you say so much that I'm afraid I shall
forget my lesson. I keep saying it over to
myself, you know."
Susy and Prudy belonged in different
classes. Susy recited from a question book,
and Prudy learned verses from the Bible.
Dotty Dimple went with Prudy into Miss
Carlisle's class, where eight or ten little
girls were already seated.
"It's my little sister, Miss Carlisle,"
whispered blushing Prudy. "Mother al-
lowed her to come to-day because she isn't
coming any more. Will you please excuse
Smiling, Miss Carlisle was very willing
to "excuse" Dotty for her sweet sister's
sake. But Prudy felt rather nervous. She
made a place beside herself for Dotty, who
folded her small hands and sat as still as
a marble cherub; but what odd thing she
might take it into her busy brain to do, no
one could tell.
When Prudy's turn came she repeated
her verse: Set a watch, 0 Lord, before
my mouth: keep the door of my lips."
"An excellent text," said Miss Carlisle.
"It would make me very happy if I thought
you would remember it all your life, dar-
ling. Do you think you understand it?"
"Mother says it means, 'Be careful to say
only what is true and good,"' replied
Prudy, in a low voice.
"That is right," said Miss Carlisle; "but
do you understand what is called the 'figure
of speech' in the verse? Do you know
what a watch is?"
"A little thing that ticks."
"There is another kind, my dear. We
have in cities watchmen, to guard us and see
that all goes right while we sleep."
"0, I know," replied Prudy, quickly;
"the verse asks God to give us a conscience
to walk back and forth before our lips while
we talk I"
Miss Carlisle went on to say more about
the watch, while Dotty fixed her bright
eyes on her face, thinking, "What booful
flowers those is in her bonnet I Where did
she pick 'em?"
The next verse was Sadie Bicknell's: -
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and
a light unto my path."
Dotty listened to this, and Miss Carlisle's
remarks upon it, with the most solemn ear-
nestness, hoping to learn why it was that
people should sit with a lamp shining on
their feet. She thought she could now see
why Prudy loved to go to Sabber school; "
it was because she heard so many funny
Soon all the little girls had repeated their
texts; but, to her great surprise, Dotty had
not been called upon to say or do a single
thing. It was a marked slight. She hardly
knew whether to be angry or not. "I guess
the lady didn't see me," thought Dotty. So
ahe cleared her throat with a loud noise,
which echoed across the room. Then Miss
Carlisle looked at her and smiled. She was
off the seat, standing on her tiptoes. Prudy
tried to draw her back; but so much the
more Dotty persisted. She shook off hei
"I wasn't a 'peakin' to you," said she.
"Never mind her, Prudy," said Miss Car.
lisle, for the poor girl was crimson with
shame; let your little sister come to me;
perhaps she wishes to tell me something."
Miss Carlisle bent forward, and let Dotty
place her rosy lips close to her face.
"Now, what do you wish, little one?"
"You didn't hear me say my werse,"
whispered Dotty, in a tone of pique.
"Your verse? Did you learn one,
"Yes, 'm, I did. I learned it all day
0, very well I then say it, by all means,
Brudy's face expressed perfect despair.
She tried to hush Dotty; but one might as
well coax the wind to stop blowing. The
child's thoughts had been like caged birds,
and now out they must fly.
"Shall I whisker?" asked Dotty.
"No, say your verse aloud."
The child planted herself in front of the
class, and recited, in a high key, and with
the greatest delight, -
"What you those um had for supper?
B'ack-eyed beans, un bread un butter."
It was not possible to help smiling.
Prudy, in spite of her shame and distress,
shook with laughter; but it was a laughter
just ready to tremble into tears.
"I'll never ask mother to let her come
again, if I once do get her safe home,"
thought outraged Prudy.
Dotty was not allowed to attend Sabbath
school again that year; but it was a long
time before she forgot some of the things
she had hea d Miss Carlisle say. Many of
the strange words rang in her ears for
weeks afterwards, though she said nothing
One day she rushed into the nursery out
of breath. Prudy was kneeling before her
little trunk, putting in order the paper
dolls, which Dotty had scattered over the
floor. They were a sad sight. Some of
them had lost their heads, and some had
lost their fine clothes, which are worth as
much as heads, any day-to dolls.
But Dotty did not stop to look at the
mischief she had made. Her thoughts were
of other matters. She had brought from
the kitchen a "Tom Thumb lamp" and a
bunch of matches.
Without a word she seated herself on the
floor, behind her sister, and drew off her
shoes and stockings. She looked for a
moment at her little pink toes, then rubbed
the whole bunch of matches on the carpet,
saying to herself, A lamp to my feet."
But, somehow, the lamp would not light
itself. Dotty did not know how to turn
back the chimney, and, though there was
certainly blaze enough in the matches, it
did not catch the wick. It leaped forward
and caught the skirt of Prudy's dress.
"You're burnin' afire! You're burnin'
afire!" shouted Dotty, dancing around her
sister. Prudy now felt the heat, and
screamed too, bringing her mother and
Norah to the spot at once. The flames
were soon smothered in a rug, and so Pru-
dy's life was mercifully saved.
It was some time before any one under-
stood what Dotty had been trying to do
with a light.
"I was just only a-puttin' a lamp to my
feet," sobbed she. "I learned it to Sabber
But the little one's rare tears were soon
dried by a romp with Zip out of doors.
PRUDY'S DRESS ON FIRE.
DOTTY'S VERSES. 45
"It's queer how things always happen
just right," said Prudy, still trembling from
her fright. You said, if I'd been wearing
my calico, mother, I'd have been scorched.
And you know it was only the littlest while
ago I put on this blue delaine, to go to
auntie's in l"
As hour or two after this, Mrs. Parlin,
Susy, Prudy, and Zip went to visit Mrs.
Eastman, who now lived a little way out of
Dotty was driving ducks, and did not see
her mother and sisters when they started.
"Where is they, Nono? And where's
"Gone walking. Your mamma told you
they were going," replied Norah, setting
a basin of water and a brush and comb on
"Well, Prudy's runned away," cried
Dotty. "Naughty girl; made out o' dirt!"
"Come here, Miss Dimple, and let me
brush your hair."
"Well, here's my hair, Nono, but you
mustn't pull it; 'tisn't your hair I 0, I
want to kiss my mamma, I do !i
Your mamma will be back again this
Don't want to kiss her in the evening -
want to kiss her now!"
What makes you in such a hurry to kiss
O, I just only want to tell her to w'ip
Prudy. Naughty Prudy runned away!
Made out o' dirt!"
Dotty always looked very low-spirited
while her long hair was being curled over
a stick, and now was more unhappy than
usual, for it was one of her "temper days."
But at last cousin Percy Eastman hap-
pened to call in, and declared he must take
his pretty cousin home with him in the
"I'll get her ready," said Norah; "but
you're sure to be sorry if you take her, for
she's brimming over with mischief to-day."
Dotty danced like a piece of thistle-
down. "There, Nono," said she, "I's goin'
to auntie's my own self; Prudy'll have to
All this time Mrs. Parlin and the two
older children were having a fine walk. It
was a bright June day. Prudy said she
had to sing to herself, for all the things she
saw looked as happy as if they were alive.
As Prudy talked, she flew from flower to
flower, like a honey-bee.
"I can't wait for Prudy to walk so zig-
sag," said Susy.
Mrs. Parlin suggested that Susy should
keep on, and tell her aunt Eastman they
were coming. Then she allowed Prudy to
walk as "zigzag" as she pleased; for Mrs.
Parlin had long patience with her chil-
0, mamma," said Prudy, suddenly
stopping short, and standing on one foot;
" if there isn't a cow! "
"I see, my dear, she is eating the sweet
"Yes, 'm; but don't its horns flare out like
a pitchfork? Do you s'pose he knows how
easy he could toss folks right up in the
"I hope my little daughter is not afraid
of a gentle cow."
No, indeed," cried Prudy, clinging fast
to her mother's hand. "Poh! if I was
afraid of a cow I'd be a cow-ard. I'd as
lief he'd see me as not, if you'll shake
your parasol at him, mamma."
Prudy breathed more freely when the
cow was out of sight.
Soon she saw something which caused
her to forget her terror. Peeping in among
the branches of a small tree, she espied
what she called a "live birds' nest." Never
having seen any young birds before, she
wondered at first who had picked off their
feathers." The wee things seemed to be
left to themselves while their mother was
away providing supper.
"Haven't they very big, stretchy mouths,
for such small birdies ?" said Prudy. "Aren't
you afraid they'll crack their mouths in two,
gaping so, mamma?"
"They are only hungry, child. Suppose
you feed them with a bit of a berry."
Prudy nipped a strawberry into three
parts with her thumb and forefinger, and
dropped the pieces into their mouths.
"0, mamma, they swallowed it whole!
they swallowed it whole! Their teeth
haven't come! "
Prudy's fresh delight and surprise were
so pleasant to witness that her mother al-
lowed her to linger for a while, mincing
berries for the nestlings' supper.
When, at last, they reached Mrs. East-
man's, Prudy eagerly described the young
wonders she had found.
"It was like a story," said she, of little
widow-children, how the mother was
dead, and the children had to stay alone."
"Children are never widows," said Susy,
laughing; "it isn't possible But if their
parents die, they are orphans sometimes."
"That's just what I meant," exclaimed
Prudy, looking crestfallen. "I should think
you might know what I mean, 'thout laugh-
ing at me, either."
Before long Dotty Dimple arrived, in
great triumph. She threw her chubby
arms about her mother's neck, saying, Is
I your little comfort, mamma? I camed in
the hoss and carriage. S'an't give Prudy
no supper will you? 'Cause Prudy
"I should not have allowed this child to
come," said Mrs. Parlin, at the tea table;
"but cousin Percy always picks up the stray
babies, and gives them a ride."
Dotty looked as if she could easily for-
give her cousin Percy. But there was one
thing that made her nice supper taste like
" spoiled nectar," and that was the sight of
Prudy enjoying her strawberries and cream.
If she had runned away, as Dotty insisted
upon believing, why was she not shut up in
the closet? Strange to say, dearly as Dotty
loved this kind sister, she enjoyed seeing
her punished. She was vexed because
Prudy was allowed, after all, to sit at the
table with the rest of the family. The lit-
tle creature was very tired, for she had
driven ducks all the long summer day.
She was also a little sleepy; and, more
than all, it was one of her "temper days,"
when everything went wrong.
After tea she had a serious quarrel with
her little cousin Johnny, over a dead squir-
rel, which they both tried to feed with
sugared water, from a teaspoon.
"Johnny," cried she, "don't you touch
his mouf any more If you do, I s'an't w'ip
you, Johnny, but I'll sp'inkle some ashes
on your head! Yes, I will."
Johnny, heedless of the threat, tried
again to force open Bunny's stiff mouth.
Dotty's beautiful eyes blazed.
Without a word she walked off proudly
to the kitchen, and came back with a hand,
ful of cold ashes, which she freely sifted
into Johnny's flaxen hair. Mrs. Parlin saw
that it was high time to take her youngest
"0, mother," said Prudy, who always
felt herself disgraced by her little sister's
bad conduct, "sometimes Dotty pretty
nearly makes you cry! Don't you almost
wish you hadn't any such little girl?"
My dear child, I am her mother, and she
could hardly do anything so naughty that I
should cast her out of my heart. When
she has these freaks of temper, I think,
'God bears with me, and I will try to bear
with my little one. I will wait. One of
these days, when her reason grows, she will
be a real blessing to us all.'"
Mrs. Parlin proceeded to put on Dotty's
outer wrapping, saying she must be taken
home. The child struggled and screamed,
and declared she "would be good, she would
be a comfort; but her mother was firm,
though her sweet temper never for a mo-
ment forsook her. Susy and Prudy looked
on, and learned a lesson in patience which
was worth twenty lectures.
Percy Eastman was as glad to carry his
spirited little cousin back as he had been
to bring her to his house. Mrs. Parlin rode
too; but Susy and Prudy walked.
When they came to the tree which con-
tained the birds' nest, Prudy parted the
branches, but the nestlings were not to be
seen; the mother-bird had gathered them
under her wings, out of sight.
Hush!" whispered Susy; "hear them
peep! Let's go; we'll frighten the old
birdie out of her wits."
"I wish you could sec them, Susy; then
you'd know how cunning they are; and now
you never'll know. But it doesn't seem a
bit like orphan children since their mother's
"Makes me think of our mamma, and
her three little children," said Susy, taking
her sister's hand.
Yes," said Prudy, her face radiant with
a glow of love, warm from her heart; "how
good our mother always is, and always was,
before ever our reasons grew Think what
we'd do this night, Susy Parlin, if there
wasn't any mother to our house!"
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
Kiss me, little sister," said Prudy, and
let me go, for I must get ready for the
"I know where you're goin'," said Dotty;
"why can't I go too?"
Little did innocent Prudy dream of the
queer thoughts which were chasing one
another in her little sister's brain. After
she and Susy had gone, and the house was
quite still, Dotty stood at the window, look-
ing down street. It was a lovely day; the
clouds were "softer than sleep."
0, my suz said Dotty Dimple; there
they go, way off, way off, Susy and Prudy .
Bof of 'em are all gone. Nobody at home
but me. Didn't ask me to her party, Fanny
Dotty heaved a deep sigh, took her black
baby out of its cradle, and shook it with
all her might.
"What you looking' to me for, Phib? I
wasn't a 'peakin' to you. I'm going' to cover
you all up, Phib, so you won't hear me
Then Dotty looked out of the window
again. "What a good little girl I am,"
thought she, not to be a cryin'! Prudy'd
cry! There goes the blacksmif's shop."
Dotty meant the blacksmith. "His mother
lets him go everywhere. Everybody's
mother lets 'em go everywhere."
A prettily dressed little girl passed the
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
"How do you do, little girl?" whispered
Dotty, in a voice so low that even the cat
did not hear. 0, what a booful hat you've
got! Would your mamma make you wear
a rainy dress, like mine? No, she wouldn't.
Your mamma lets you go to parties all the
days only Sundays. My mamma has sticked
me into the nursery, and nothing' but a dar'-
needle to sew with! 0, hum! And I
haven't runned away since forever'n ever!
They don't 'low me to run away. Wish
Fanny Harlow'd asked me to her party.
I know why she never I 'Cause she forgot
I was born."
Presently there was a sound of little feet.
Dotty was pattering up stairs.
"Didn't know I was sewing with a dar'-
needle- did you, mamma? Mayn't I go to
Fanny Harlow's party?"
Mrs. Parlin was busy with visitors, and
did not pay much heed to her little daugh-
ter. So Dotty crept close to her mother's
side, and buried her roguish face behind
"Wish you'd please to punish me, mam-
ma," said she; "punish me now; I'm a-goin'
to be naughty!"
Mrs. Parlin smiled, and reminded Dotty
that it was not polite to whisper in com-
pany. Then she went on talking with her
friends, and Miss Dimple slipped quietly
out of the room.
"I know I don't ought to," mused the
child; "I'm a-goin' to do wicked, and get
punished; but I want to do wicked, and get
punished. I've been goody till I'm all tired
Having made this decision, she went to
Prudy's closet, and looked at the dresses
hanging wrong side outward on the pegs.
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
"This is a booful one," said she, pulling
down a scarlet merino. She put on the
dress, forgetting, in her guilty haste, to
take off her own blue one.
"0, my suz! I never did see!" said
Dotty, puffing and tugging in her efforts
to fasten the frock. "My mother must
make Prudy's clo'es bigger'n this; yes, she
must. It chokes."
However, by dint of much hard work
she succeeded in squeezing her round little
figure into the red merino, and fastening
two of the buttons. "0, hum!" sighed
she; "this dress is so tight I shan't grow
Dotty had a great admiration for her
mother's purple breakfast shawl, which she
now threw over her little shoulders with
tremulous delight. Nono's Sunday bonnet
she next laid her naughty hands upon.
Very charming was this bonnet in Dotty's
eyes, as it was made of claret-colored silk,
and was all on fire inside with scorching
red and yellow flames. It was so huge
and so deep that Dotty's small face under
it looked as if it had got lost in Mam-
"Now I've got every single clo'es on me.
Guess there won't anybody think I'm a boy
this time," mused she, giving a last glance
at the mirror; there won't anybody laugh,
and say, 'How d'ye do, my fine little fel-
Very well pleased with herself, Dotty
dressed brother Zip" in Prudy's water-
proof cloak, and they both stole out by the
side door, without being seen. But which
way to go Dotty could not tell.
"Where is the-girl-that-has-the-party's
kouse?" thought she, under her bonnet
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
'Well, it's by the stone lions, 'most up to
the North Pole. Now, Zippy, if we keep
a-goin' we shall get there, and we'll sec
some girls out by the door."
Zip wagged his faithful tail, which was
quite hidden under the cloak, and they both
trudged on, Dotty's heart quivering with
She happened to be going in the right
direction, and at last did really reach the
"house by the stone lions." Several young
girls were indeed playing in the yard.
What little image is that, travelling this
way?" cried Florence Eastman, holding up
"A beggar child, perhaps," replied Fanny
Harlow. "'Sh 'sh don't laugh I "
I don't see anything but a walking bon-
net," tittered one of the girls; "don't it
look like a chaise top? 0, look, look! as
true as you live, that thing that's hopping
along beside her is a dog!"
The little figure now approached very
slowly, its head bent down, its fingers in
its mouth; though the girls saw nothing
but a big, drooping bonnet, a purple shawl,
and a pair of tiny feet peeping out from a
"I guess she came from Farther India,"
suggested Susy, that being the most foreign
land she could think of.
Dotty now gave a loud knock at the gate,
and peeped in between the bars. In doing
so she had to push back the chaise-top,
and the little girls had a full view of her
O, Dotty Dimple Parlin!" screamed
her sisters, in dismay.
Fanny Harlow hastened to open the gate.
"Where did you come from, you naughty
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
thing?" whispered Susy, with a crimson
Dotty's sole answer was a violent sneeze,
which burst off two buttons, the only ones
which fastened the scarlet merino.
"I've broke my dress," said Dotty,
The little girls were greatly amused, but
Dotty eyed them with such a gaze of lofty
disdain that they kept their faces as straight
"Poor thing," said cousin Florence;
"how tired you must be! Don't you want
to sit right down in this iron chair?"
Dotty's bright eyes flashed. Don't you
pity me, Flossy Now 'top it!"
How shall we ever get her home?"
thought the two older sisters, in alarm; for
they saw by the motion of Dotty's elbows,
that she had made up her mind to queen it
over the whole company.
"Look here, Dotty," said Prudy, going
up to her, and kissing her; "did mother
say you might come, darling?"
Dotty rubbed off the kiss, and made no
"Don't you think wouldd be a nice plan,"
whispered Prudy, "for me and Susy to
draw you home in a little carriage? And
I'll ask mother to forgive you."
0, yes," said Susy, in an agony of mor-
tification; now do "
Dotty looked as unmoved as one of the
stone lions, and took no notice of the
What made they put two trees 'side that
one tree?" asked she, by way of changing
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
"Now, Dotty, you will go, that's a little
love," said Susy, wringing her hands.
"Only think, if you don't you'll lose five
kisses to-night, and I dare say mamma will
punish you, too."
"There's a man goin' by old all over,
and a white whisker. Who is it ?" inquired
Dotty, changing the subject again. "The
whisker looks like snow, 's if his chin's
"Never mind the man," returned Prudy.
"If you'll go I'll spend my five cents, and
buy you some pep'mints."
"I'd rather have pickled limes," said
"So you shall," cried eager Susy; "and
you'll be the sweetest little pet, and ride
home like a lady."
"So I will," said Dotty, serenely, "when
I've had my supper."
Susy's face fell. If the little piece of
obstinacy would stay, she would; and Mrs.
Harlow politely declared they should all be
delighted. But how would she behave at
the table? Her manners were as yet un-
formed; she needed line upon line and pre-
cept upon precept. It was dreadful to
think of her taking supper at one of the
nicest houses in the city, in that dress, and
without her watchful mother too! It was
a severe trial to Susy. Prudy was also
distressed, but her sky-like spirit" bright-
ened again speedily.
The little girls all crowded about Dotty,
begging her to join in their games; but she
said it would "hurt her big bonnet," which
she could 'not be persuaded to take off, be-
cause she fancied it added something to her
Fanny Harlow brought out a picture book
for the little runaway.
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
"I'm afraid she'll tear it," said careful
Dotty looked at her sister with a wither-
ing glance, and, in her eagerness to prove
that she knew how to handle books, sud-
denly tore one of the leaves. She was
surprised and mortified; but her self-esteem
was not easily crushed.
"There, Prudy," said she, pertly; "what
made you let me do it for? You said I'd
Mrs. Harlow hastened supper, fearing
that Mrs. Parlin might be anxious about her
little daughter. Dotty was placed between
her two sisters. Susy pinned a napkin
about the child's neck, and in a whisper
begged to be allowed to spread her bread
and butter for her. Dotty had worn the air
of a princess royal all the afternoon; but
now, seated in a high chair, and surrounded
by a group of admiring little girls, she felt
like a crowned queen. Taking her bread
in both hands, she crumbed it into her gob-
let of milk, and began to dip it out with
the handle of her fork. The girls looked
on and smiled, and Dotty gave a little purr
Everybody '11 think mother doesn't teach
he r good manners," thought poor Susy,
hardly knowing whether she ate bread or
"Dear, dear," said Prudy to herself;
"Dotty may die some time, and then I
should be sorry, and cry. I'll keep think-
ing of that, so I can bear her awful actions
The little princess, from her throne in
the high chair, did very rude things; such
as coughing and blowing crumbs into her
plate, drumming with her feet, and beating
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
dime with her fork and spoon. When bread
was offered, she said, -
"I don't like baker's bread. I like daily
But this was all the remark she made
during the whole meal. At last she ceased
eating, coughing, and drumming : there was
a "flash of silence."
Everybody looked up. Dotty's eyes were
closed, and her head was swaying from side
to side, like a heavy apple stuck on a knit-
ting needle-she was fast asleep.
She was wheeled home in a small car-
riage, followed by a guard of all the girls.
Next day she was duly punished by being
tied to the bedpost with the clothes-line.
"I wish her reasons would begin to
grow," sighed Prudy. "I never can feel
happy when Dotty gets into a fuss."
"I've been thinking it all over," replied
72 DOTTY DIMPLE.
Susy, "and I've made up my mind that God
allows her to mortify you and me. You
know we must have some kind of a trial,
or we shouldn't grow gentle and sweet tem-
"As mother is," added Prudy.
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
AT last Dotty's "reasons" did begin to
grow. Her mother was too wise and kind
to allow her to have her own naughty way;
and by the time she was four years old
she had very few temper days," and
seemed to be growing quite lovely.
But her sisters were troubled because she
had not yet learned to read. Prudy remem-
bered how ashamed she herself had felt
when she first set out in earnest to go to
school. For some time after her lameness
she was so delicate that no pains had been
taken to teach her to read.
My little sister must never be so stupid
fs I was," thought Prudy, uneasily.
Sometimes visitors inquired if Miss Dotty
knew her letters, and poor Prudy blushed
with shame when Mrs. Parlin calmly replied
that she did not.
I'm sure mother feels mortified," thought
Prudy; "but she holds up her head, and
tries to make the best of it. I'll not say
a word to anybody, but I mean to teach my
little sister my own self! "
So one Wednesday afternoon, when Susy
was away, Prudy called Dotty into the
nursery, and shut the door.
What you want me of?" asked the
I want to tell you something nice.
Don't you wish you knew your A, B, C's,
darling? There, that's what it is."
Dotty shook her head three or four times,
and looked down at the carpet.
THE LITTLE TEACHER
"Why, Dotty Dimple, you oughtn't to
do so. You must answer when a question
is asked. Wouldn't you like to learn your
letters, like a goody girl, so you can read
the nice books? Now be polite, and
"I don't want to be polite, and speak,
nor I don't want to learn my letters, like a
goody gell ; so there! replied Dotty,
seizing the kitty, and wrapping her in a
"0, Dotty Dimple!" said Prudy, in a
tone of deep distress; "how old you're
getting to be! just think!"
I'm four years old, and I weigh four
pounds," answered Dotty, drawing out her
little cab, and throwing the muffled kitty
into it, as if she had been a roll of cloth.
0, my stars, Dotty, I can't bear to have
you talk so."
Dotty tucked in the kitty's tail, and drew
the carriage about the room, to give "Pu-
sheen" an airing. "Pusheen" was her
kitty's name in Irish.
"You can't think how dreadful it is,
Dotty, to grow up and not know any-
Dotty turned a short corner. Pusheen
had a fall; down came the little cab, kitty
"To grow up and not know anything,"
continued Prudy. "0, it's enough to break
anybody's heart! "
"Be you goin' to cry?" said Dotty, in a
soft voice, kneeling, and peeping up into
Prudy's eyes, with some curiosity.
Prudy was obliged to smile, but hid her
face in the sofa-pillow, and hoped Dotty
did not see her. She found she must hit
upon some other plan. Dotty could not
"fBE YOU GOIN' TO CRY?"
0 -rr:11I vr:vl
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
be made to feel the terrors of growing up
"Now, little sister," said she, "if you'll
let me be your teacher, and keep school
here in the nursery -"
"0, hum! A little gell keep school!
Would you send me to the bottom of the
"0, no I'll do something for you let's
"Well, what ?" cried Dotty, her eyes
sparkling like blue gems; "what'll you do
for me, Prudy?"
Prudy thought a minute. Meanwhile the
muffled kitty slowly freed herself from the
shawl, and slyly leaped to the top of the
bureau, out of reach of her little mistress.
"O, Prudy," said Dotty, dancing about;
"do something quick."
"Listen, dear! Will you promise to
learn to read if I'll tell you a story about
every single letter there is on your
"How long a story? As long as this
room? Yes, I'll promige," cried Dotty,
with a gleeful laugh. "Go get the stories,
and tell 'em this minute!"
"Now we'll begin," said Prudy, no less
delighted, pouring the blocks out of the
box upon the floor. "I'll ring the little
tea-bell, and call the school to order. The
school means you, and you must walk in
and take your seat."
"Yes, if you'll let me sit in the rocking-
"0, but that is mine, because I'm the
Then I'm goin' off into the kitchen,"
said Dotty, loftily, "and I don't know as I'll
come back. I won't promige."
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
"O, take the rocking-chair!" replied
Prudy, quickly. I'll sit on the ottoman;
it's just as good. Glad you spoke of it,
Dotty; wouldn'tt be proper for the teacher
to rock. Hark! now I tingle the bell.
Dotty walked along, and very demurely
seated herself in the big chair.
"Here," said Prudy, showing her a block,
"is your first letter; guess what the picture
means, and I'll tell you the name of the
"That?" said Dotty, glancing at it;
"that's a monkey; what you s'pose?"
"O, no I it's pretty near a monkey, not
quite: it's what we call an ape."
A nape !" echoed Dotty, pointing at it,
and laughing. "0, my! you don' know
nothing' at all but just--do you, Prudy
Parlin? Funny gell to keep school! Didn't
you never see a monkey? I've seen 'em
dancing tummy-tun-tur, and a man making
music with a little mite of a churn."
"Well, perhaps this is a monkey, and
ape is its baby name," said Prudy, doubt-
"Got a face like a dried apple-hasn't
he?" said the young pupil, admiringly.
"Rally round the flag, boys "
"Hush! You mustn't sing in school.
The name of this letter is A. Look at it
ever so long, and say it over."
"A, A, A," repeated Dotty, to the tune
of "John Brown."
Prudy took courage. "All right, only
you mustn't sing. I couldn't speak the let-
ter better myself than you do, so soon. A
stands for ape."
"No, for monkey."
The little teacher yielded the point. She
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
had begun her school with plenty of love
"Now tell a story," said Dotty, settling
herself in the chair.
"Can't you say 'please ?" suggested
Prudy, mildly. "'Please' is but a little
word, and 'thank you' is not long."
"Well, please, and thank you, -'bout
"I know a real nice one. Once there was
SNo, a ape."
"Well, a ape, then. But I didn't start
right. Once Mr. 'Gustus Allen sailed
round the world."
"Did? Who sailed him?"
"0, he went in one of those ships that
go puffing out of the bay. And he had a
littlee ape, named Jacky."
"How did you know? You wasn't there."
"0, he told me about it. He was the
brightest little creature, Jacky was. When
he was cold, Mr. Allen used to tuck him
right in his bosom. Sometimes he got into
mischief, he knew so much."
"Did he know as much as Zip? Did he
ever talk in meeting? "
"No, he couldn't bark the way Zip did at
the lecture, but he chattered, as we do
when our teeth are cold. When he'd been
doing mischief he'd run round the floor of
the ship, wagging his head the way I do
now, as if he was as innocent as a whole
lot of kittens. Why, he acted as you did,
Dotty, when you was a little girl, and
picked the inside out of that custard pie."
"Ahem!" said Dotty. I guess you
think you're talking' to somebody else, Prudy
Parlin! I don't like your story; wish
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
But I was going to tell you how Jacky
got sick, and there were ever so many more
monkeys on board-"
"On what board?"
On the ship. And they took care of
Jacky, and brought him his supper, as if
they were folks."
"What did he have for supper?"
0, nuts and things, on a wooden plate."
"I wish I was a monkey!"
"0, Dotty Dimple, that's a horrid
"Then I don't want to be a monkey; I
want to be a ape. I wish I could go puffing
round the world in a ship."
"Well, Dotty, this isn't keeping school.
What letter have you learned?"
"I didn't learn a letter; I learned a
story. You're a funny gell to keep a story-
Prudy held up the block.
"0, that picked thing? You called it a
"Why, Dotty Parlin! that's A."
"I said A," repeated Prudy, with empha-
sis only just A."
"Why, 'tisn't A nothing is it?"
"Dear me," thought Prudy, "I don't see
how folks do keep school. I'm getting just
as hungry and cross! "
When Dotty had learned A so well that
she knew it at a glance, her teacher pro-
ceeded to the next letter, which stood on
the block for a bat. Dotty said the picture
looked "like Zip with an umbrella over
After the second story, she was tired of
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
"Look out the window, Prudy. See that
whale 0, you April fool! "
The young teacher sighed over her sis-
ter's light-minded behavior. When they
came to C, which stood for cat, Dotty
seized her kitty and tried to feed her with
lozenges. But Pusheen turned away her
head with a gesture which signified, -
"Candy isn't fit to touch. I'd eat a
mouse with you, with pleasure."
"Talk," said Dotty; "say 'thank you,'
Pusheen! No, indeed, you needn't do it;
I's just in fun. God didn't give you any
teef to talk with, Pussy; so you can't
"Now, Dotty, this next letter is D."
0, Prudy, I wish you'd hush I've got
"Ah, well!" thought the gentle teacher,
with a sigh; "I'll try again, some other
86 DOTTY DIMPLE.
day. I'll not give it up. Grandma says,
'Time and patience make the mulberry
leaf into satin.' I don't know what that
means, only it's something about persever-
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THE little school was not resumed for
some time. Not that Prudy had forgotten
it, by any means; but the next Saturday
she had visitors, and the following Wednes-
day an exciting event occurred. It con-
cerned Susy's pony. Percy Eastman said
he was called Wings "because he hadn't
any feet." Susy was vexed at this remark,
and Prudy, taking her part, said, "Percy is
such a pert boy;" adding next moment,
"What is pert?"
But Percy only meant, that the pony
sadly needed some new shoes; and this was
Now it happened that Mr. Parlin, being
too busy to go himself, sent Eddy Johnson
and Charley Piper with Wings to the black-
smith's shop. It seemed to Susy that til
boys were gone a long whiie, for it wau
Wednesday afternoon, and she was impa-
tient for a ride. She sat down to practise
a little, but her mind was out of doors, and
the unwilling piano seemed crying out to
be let alone.
"I can't play," said Susy, decidedly;
"and that's the truth."
At that moment a sweet little voice was
heard, singing, "John's brown buddy;"
and Dotty Dimple's head and shoulders
were thrust into the room.
"I've broked it," said she; "I've broked
it all to smash."
"Broke what, for pity's sakes?"
"Your teapot," replied Dotty, in a very
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I never did, in all my life, see such
a child," wailed Susy. "What made you
go and meddle with my dear little gold-
Dotty looked like an injured lamb,
brushed the wayward hair out of her eyes,
and gazed wistfully into her sister's face.
"Is I your little comfort, Susy? Is I
your little comfort?"
"No," cried Susy, wavering between a
smile and a tear; "no, indeed! To think
of your being a comfort! 0, my stars "
Well, then," continued the little one, in
a soothing, cooing tone, "then I never
broked it; it broked itself! "
So saying, she produced from the depths
of her pocket the fragments of the gilt-
edged. toy. They were past the healing
power even of Spalding's glue, that was
certain. At the painful sight, poor Susy's
patience flew into as many pieces as the
0, you naughty, naughty thing, to say
it broke itself!"
Then it didn't," replied the little culprit,
not a whit dismayed. "Then 'twas Prudy.
We was playing thimble-coop.' She broked
it all to smash!"
0, mother," said Susy, running out to
the kitchen; "Dotty's making up fibs as
fast as she can speak You'll have to shut
her up in the closet."
"Not so fast, my dear. Let us wait till
we hear both sides of the story."
And, as it turned out, Dotty really did
not deserve to be punished for wrong sto-
ries. She and Prudy had each assisted in
breaking the teapot; one had knocked it
off the bureau, and the other had stepped
on it. But Dotty, who gloried in a fuss,"
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had begged to be the one to tell Susy the
startling news. She wished to see her eyes
flash, and hear her expressions of surprise.
She knew that, however angry Susy might
be, there was one magical sentence which
would always bring her to terms: Dotty'll
go out doors, 'out her hat, get cold, have
the coop, and DIE "
At the bare mention of such a fearful
thing, Susy's anger was sure to cool at
once. This time Dotty varied her method
See," said she, looking out of the win-
dow; "the boys has came."
Of course that was the last of Susy's
thoughts about the teapot. She rushed out
of doors bareheaded, followed by Dotty.
Eddy Johnson was just hitching Wings to a
post near the gate.
SHave they shoed him ?" said Susy.
"Shoed him? I should think they had
ail of that," replied Eddy, indignantly.
"Booted him, more like," muttered Char-
ley Piper, in the same tone.
"Why, what do you mean, boys?" said
Susy, patting the pony, and gazing tenderly
into his eyes.
"0, we don't mean anything, as I know
of. You must run into the house and ask
your mother to come out here," said Eddy,
"Why, it's my own pony, that my own
father gave me, and if there's anything the
matter with it I should think you might
tell," cried Susy, her voice shaking with a
vague dread of some terrible mishap.
"Well, may be there isn't anything ails
him," returned Eddy, coolly. "I never
said there was; but your mother'll know "
"0, Dotty Dimple, run into the house
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this very minute, please to," exclaimed
Susy, "and ask mother- if she's combing
her hair, or anything to come right out
here as quick as she can run, and not wait!
0, dear, dear, dear! Why, Dotty Dimple
Parlin! you haven't started yet! Quick !
quick quick "
Dotty, who had only waited to be spoken
to the second time, now ran in such haste
that she stumbled on the piazza steps; but,
nothing daunted, jumped up and went on,
delighted to know that this time something
had probably happened. She startled her
mother, and called her away from her toilet,
with the sudden cry that the boys and pony
were 'most killed. '
At the same time she had the pleasure of
throwing Prudy into a panic, dear little
Prudy, who had been for the last five min-
utes searching her treasures in the hope
of finding some toy which would replace
Prudy and Dotty appeared at the gate in
a very brief space; Prudy with her mouth
in the shape of the letter 0, and Mrs. Par-
lin not far off, in the act of fastening her
"Well, boys, what is it ?" said the good
lady, smiling. "I hardly think anything
very serious has happened, either to you or
"You tell," said Eddy to Charley; "I
dassn't. The blacksmith's man may be mad
if I do. But he's abused this boss, though,"
continued Eddy, not waiting to let Charley
speak for him; "he's abused him awfully I
It's, right up and down mean; and three of
us boys seen him!"
Susy clasped her hands, and performed a
stamp-act" on the pavement.
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"See there," said Eddy, pointing tri-
umphantly to Wings' left hind leg; "see
that will you?"
True enough, there were two or three
small wounds, out of which was oozing
thick, dark blood. Susy looked as if her
heart was breaking, but not a word did she
"Pete Grimes did that with his hob-nail,
cowhide boots said Eddy, sternly.
"With his hammer, you mean," inter-
"With his boot, sir," persisted Eddy, with
increasing eloquence. "Didn't I see him,
me and Dan Murphy? Didn't we stand
there by the coal-bin, sir? He booted him
well, Mis' Parlin. I'll tell you where he
did it; here on the left side, ma'am. Look
where the hair sticks up! Pooty well
mauled-ain't he, ma'am? Pete swore at
him, too. Never heard such talk did
"No, ma'am, I never did," replied Master
Charley, addressing Mrs. Parlin, who fan-
cied she could detect on Wings' glossy hide
the marks of a boot, though there were no
traces of the wicked oaths.
"It is a most abusive thing-if it is so,"
said she, with much feeling; for if anything
could move her gentle heart to anger, it
was cruelty to animals. "What made Mr.
Grimes behave so strangely, boys? Was
the pony restless?"
"Restless? No, indeed, ma'am," replied
Eddy, the orator; "as gentle as a lamb,
ma'am. It was Pete Grimes's wicked tem-
per, and his wicked disposition; that's what
It was well for Susy that her overstrained
feelings now found vent in words and tears.