At the end of it, it says, 'Your unhappy and unfortunate paw.' That is what he always says at the end of all his letters; and he wants me to go to the prison to see him." "Why, you _couldn't_ see him." "No," replied Emily, not understanding that Dotty referred to her blindness; "no, I couldn't see him.

The superintendent Wouldn't let me go; he says it's no place for little girls." "I shouldn't think it was," said Dotty, looking around for Flyaway, who was riding in a lady's chair made by two admiring little girls.
"There was one thing I didn't tell," said Emily, who felt obliged to pour her whole history into her new friend's ears; "I was sick last spring, and had a fever.

If it had been scarlet fever I should have died; but it was _imitation_ of scarlet fever, and I got well." "I'm glad you got well," said Dotty, rather tired of Emily's troubles; "but don't you want to play with the other girls?
I do." "Yes; let us play Rollo on the Ocean," cried Octavia, who was Emily's bosom friend, and was seldom away from her long at a time, but had just now been devoting herself to Katie.

"Here is the ship.

All aboard!".