And your paw in State's Prison because he killed a man.

O, no," repeated she, with triumph, "there isn't any other little girl in this school that's had so much trouble as I have." "No, I s'pose not," responded Dotty, giving up the attempt to compare trials with such a wretched being; "but then I may be blind, some time, too.

P'rhaps a chicken will pick my eyes out.

A cross hen flew right up and did so to a boy." Emily paid no attention to this foolish remark.
"My paw writes me letters," said she.

"Here is one in my pocket; would you like to read it ?" Dotty took the letter, which was badly written and worse spelled.
"Can you read it ?" asked Emily, after Dotty had turned it over for some moments in silence.
"No, I cannot," replied Dotty, very much ashamed; "but I'm going to school by and by, and then I shall learn everything." "O, no matter if you can't read it to me; my teacher has read it ever so many times.