It was Johnny's birthday, and his father had sent the carriage into the city that morning for Mrs.Parlin, grandma Read, and the children.

As for Norah, Dotty was right with regard to her; she _had_ walked out to the Cape to see the auburn-haired Bridget.
"I'm glad Johnny was born to-day instead of to-morrow," said Prudy, "for to-morrow we wouldn't go out of the house for anything, auntie." "I can seem to see cousin Dimple," said Percy; "she'll carry her head higher than ever." Prudy cast upon the youth as strong a look of disapproval as her gentle face could express.
"Percy, you mustn't talk so about Dotty.

She is my sister.

She isn't so very proud; but if I was as handsome as she is, I should be proud too." "O, no; she is very meek--Dimple is; just like a little lamb.

Don't you remember that verse she used to repeat ?-- 'But, chillens, you should never let Your naughty _ankles_ rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each uzzer's eyes--out.'" "If she's cross, it's because you and Johnny tease her so," said Prudy.
"I think it's a shame." Percy only laughed.