Everything is right that we _can't_ help; that's what I mean." "Then I s'pose 'twas right for me to crawl through the cellar window," said Dotty; "for I'm sure I couldn't help it" "O, dear me! you ask such queer questions that I can't answer them, Dotty Dimple.

All I know is this: everything happens just right in this world--_when you can't help it_." With which sage remark Prudy stepped out of bed, and began to dress herself.

Dotty planted her elbow in the pillow, and leaned her head on her hand.
"I don't believe it happens just right for Mrs.Rosenberg to keep that dog, or to thump so with a thimble; but, then, I don't know." "I'm hurrying to get dressed," said Prudy.

"The first bell has rung." "Why, I never heard it," cried Dotty, springing up.

"I wouldn't be late to-day for anything." Prudy looked anxiously at her little sister to see if she was cross; but her face was as serene as the cloudless sky; she had waked up right, and meant to be good all day.