When Dotty had one of her especially good days, Prudy's cup of happiness was full.

She ran down stairs singing,-- "Thank God for pleasant weather! Shout it merrily, ye hills, And clap your hands together, Ye exulting little rills.
"Thank him, bird and birdling, As ye grow and sing; Mingle in thanksgiving, Every living thing, Every living thing, Every living thing." Dotty was so anxious to redeem her character in everybody's eyes, that she hardly knew what she was doing.

Mrs.Parlin sent her into the kitchen with a message to Norah concerning the turkey; but she forgot it on the way, and stood by Norah's elbow gazing at the raisins, fruit, and other nice things in a maze.
"What did my mamma send me here for?
She ought to said it over twice.
Any way, Norah, now I think of it, I wish you please wouldn't starch my aprons on the inside; starch 'em on the outside, 'cause they rub against my neck." "Go back and see what your mamma wants," said Norah, laughing.
"Why, mamma," cried Dotty reappearing in the parlor quite crestfallen--" why, mamma, I went right up to Norah to ask her, and asked her something else.

My head spins dreadfully." Mrs.Parlin repeated the message; and Dotty delivered it this time correctly, adding,-- "Now, Norah, I'm all dressed for dinner; so I can do something for you just as well as not.

Such days as, this, when you have so much to do, you ought to let me help." To Dotty's surprise Norah found this suggestion rather amusing.
"For mercy's sake," said she, "I have got my hands full now; and when you are round, Miss Dotty, and have one of your good fits, it seems as if I should fly." "What do you mean by a good fit ?" "Why, you have spells, child--you know you do--when butter wouldn't melt in your mouth." "Do I ?" said Dotty.