CHAPTER VI.
A STRANGE VISIT.
The same warfare of words continued to come up from the kitchen, and presently the odor of sausages stole up, too; Mrs.Rosenberg was preparing supper.

It seemed to the impatient Dotty that she was a long while about it; but she worked as fast as she could, with so many children clinging to her skirts, and impeding her movements.
"Supper, Mandoline!" called she at last, in a shrill voice; and the little girls went down.
The supper was palatable enough, but very unwholesome, and the table-cloth was dirty and wrinkled.
"You don't seem to like my cooking," said Mrs.Rosenberg, with a displeased glance at Dotty's full plate.
"Yes'm," replied the little guest, faintly; "but I've eaten up my appetite." At the same time she swallowed a little oily gravy in desperation, and looked slyly to see if Solly was watching her.

Yes, he was, and so were all the rest of the family, as if she had been a peculiar kind of animal, just caught and caged.
"I suppose they are dreadful nice folks at your house," continued Mrs.
Rosenberg.

"I almost wonder your mother let you come here to play with my poor little girl.

Mandy's just as good as you are, though,--you can tell her so,--and she's got a sight prettier eyes." Dotty's heart kept swelling and swelling, till presently it seemed as if there wasn't room enough in her whole body to hold it.