CHAPTER IV.
A SPOILED DINNER.
Next morning, Dotty Dimple and her father started for Maine.

Flyaway did not like this at all.

Her cousin had been so pleasant and so entertaining that she wished to keep her always.
"What _for_ you can't stay, Dotty Dimpwil ?" "O," said Dotty, tearing herself away from the little clinging arms, "I must go home and get ready for Christmas." "No, you musser," persisted Katie; "we've got a Santa Claw in _our_ chimley; you musser go home." "It isn't for Santa Claus at all, darling it is for my papa and mamma's wedding.

To stand up, so they can be married over again.

Now kiss me, and let me go." "Her's goin' home to Kismus pie," remarked Katie, as she took her mournful way with her mamma to the house where they were visiting.