Just now she went to spreading pumpkin-seeds to dry under the stove.

She was not expecting company; and when Mandoline entered with Dotty, she looked up from her work with a frown.
"Who've you brought home with you this time, Mandoline Rosenberg ?" said she.

"Take off your hat and hang it over them tommatuses; but mind yer don't drop it into that dish of lard." "Mother," pleaded Mandoline, "we want to go up chamber to see my pretty things; her mother sent her a-purpose." "No, she didn't; no such a thing! You're a master hand to pick up children and fetch 'em home here, and then crawl out of it by lying! Besides, you've got to knit.

I must have those socks done by to-morrow noon, Mandy, or I'll know the reason why." As Mrs.Rosenberg spoke, she pushed a waiter full of seeds under the stove as if she hated the very sight of them; and when she stood up again, Dotty observed that her dirty calico dress did not come anywhere near the tops of her calf-skin shoes.
"But, mother," said Mandoline, with a winning smile, "this is Dotty Dimple, the little girl that gave me the needle-book." This was partly true.

Dotty had given Mandoline an old needle-book; but it had been in return for some maple sugar, which the little Jewess had pilfered from her father's store.
"Dotty Dimple, is it ?" said Mrs.Rosenberg, with a sharp look at the little guest.
"I don't know now any better than I did before.