I want to hear all about it." "Well, I saw a pandrammer," replied Dotty, briefly.
"What in the world is that ?" said Johnny.
"It is a long picture, and they keep pulling it out like India rubber." "She means a _panorama_" cried Johnny.

"Why, I went to one last night.

We can see as much as you can, without going Out West, either." Here was another sensation.

Dotty might as well have been eating ashes as the delirious dinner before her.
"Don't you like your pudding, dear ?" asked aunt Eastman.
"O, yes'm; I always like _coker-whacker"_ replied the unfortunate Dotty, stumbling over the word _tapioca_.
In spite of their mother's warning frown, the three young Eastmans laughed, while Susy and Prudy, who had kinder hearts and better manners, drew down their mouths with the greatest solemnity.
"I ain't going to speak another word," cried the persecuted little traveller, setting down her goblet, and hitting it against her plate till it rang again.
"_Error!_" called out Florence from the other side of the table; "there's no such word as _ain't_." This was too much.

Dotty had smarted under these cruel blows long enough.
She hastily arose from the table, and rushed out of the room.
"Florence and Percy, you are both very thoughtless," said Mrs.Eastman, reprovingly.
Mrs.Parlin looked deeply pained, as she always did when her little daughter gave way to her temper; but she made no allusion to the subject, and tried to go on with her dinner as if nothing had happened.
Dotty ran into the front yard, threw herself on the ground, and buried her face in a verbena bed.
There! it wasn't of any use; she couldn't be good; it wouldn't last! When she had just come home, and had so many things to tell, and supposed everybody would be glad to see her and hear her talk,--why, Percy and Florence must just spoil it all by laughing.