Dotty spread out her stiff, red fingers before the cooking-stove like the sticks of a fan.

"O, hum!" thought she, drearily, "I wish I could see the red coals in our grate.

My mamma wouldn't let me go to the table with such hair as this.

Prudy'd say 'twas 'harum scarum.' But I can't brush it with a tooth-comb, 'thout any glass--so there!" Dotty's curly hair looked quite as respectable as Mandoline's.

Mrs.
Rosenberg was far too busy to attend to her children's heads.