"Is she in your house, Mrs.Rosenberg ?" "Yes," replied Mrs.Rosenberg, "I expect its likely she is; but she and my Mandoline's been abed and asleep two hours." "O, papa, I'm wide awake!" cried little Dotty, with an eager shriek, which pierced the rafters.
"Good night, then," said Mr.Parlin, coldly.
"O, but, papa, I want to go home.

What did my mamma say about me ?" "She said she had sent you of an errand.

When you have finished your errand, you may come home.

Good night." "O, NOT good night!" screamed Dotty, almost falling down stairs in her haste, and fastening her dress as she ran.

"It was 'cause Lina hid my hat; and that was why--" "By the way," said Mr.Parlin, without paying the slightest attention to his half-frantic little daughter, who was clinging to his knees, and pleading with her whole soul, "Mrs.Rosenberg, I'm sorry to trouble you, but if you will be kind enough to keep this little runaway girl till I send for her, I shall be very much obliged." "O, certainly, Mr.Parlin; certainly, sir," replied the Jewess, smiling very sweetly, and trying to pat Dotty's head, which was in such violent motion that she only succeeded in touching the end of her nose.