Just wish it on till night." "Well, there," exclaimed Dotty, at last; "hold out your finger if you can't stop teasing.

But I _haven't_ any temper, and you needn't act just's if you's trying to pacify me." "O, thank you, Dotty; on my third finger." "Now I've wished it on, Prudy; and its a good-enough wish for you, when you won't pity me; but now I'm going up in the bathing-room to stay, and you can't make me come down--not a single step." "I shan't want you to come down, Dotty.

There's the very place I'm going to myself.

We'll carry up the needle-gun; it's the nicest thing to play with.

Come, let's hurry up stairs the back way, little sister, for they'll be out from dinner, and see us." Dotty needed no second hint.