Why do you ask ?" "'Cause I'm going home.

I'm sick.

Good by." "But you musn't go a step, Dotty Dimple." "Yes, I shall; you're not my mamma, Lina Rosenberg; you mustn't tell me what to do." "Well, I'm going everywhere you go, Dotty, but I shan't say whether it's the way to your house, or the way to Boston; and _you_ don't know." Dotty was not to be so easily baffled.
"I don't know myself, Lina Rosenberg, but if you're so mean as not to tell, I can ask somebody else that _will_ tell--don't you see ?" This was a difficulty which Lina had not provided for.

She was very sorry Dotty had come out "to breathe." Very soon they overtook a lady, who pointed out the right street to Dotty; and it was in an opposite direction from the one she was taking.
"Now I've found out, Miss Rosenberg, and you can't help yourself." "Well, I shall go with you, Dotty, just the same.

I shall go right up to your house, and tell your mother you've run away _again_" It was very disagreeable to Miss Dimple to be pursued in this way; but she put on an air of defiance.
"I shouldn't think you'd want to go where you wasn't wanted, Miss Rosenberg." Lina had never intended to do such a thing; she had not courage enough.
"O, dear! what shall I do to make you go back with me?
My mother'll scold me awfully for letting you get away." "Well, there; you've got the dreadfulest mother, Lina, and I'm real sorry; but it's no use to tease me; I wouldn't go back, not if you should cut me up into little pieces as big as a cent." Lina was ready to fall upon her knees, right on the pavement.