And more and better than all, Miss Dotty had in her own pocket a little porte-monnaie, containing fifty cents in scrip, with full permission to spend it all on the way.
She also had a letter from Susy to be read at Boston, and one from Prudy to be read at Albany.
Yes, there was everything to be thankful for, and nothing to regret.
She was quite well by this time.

The rich, warm color had come back to her cheeks.

She did not need the journey for the sake of her health; her papa was to take her because he chose to give her the same pleasure he had once given Prudy.

It was Susy's private opinion that it was rightfully her turn this time, instead of Dotty's; but she was quite patient, and willing to wait.
It was a long journey for such a little child; and Mrs.Parlin almost regretted that the promise had been made; but the young traveller would only be gone three or four weeks, and in her aunt's family was not likely to be homesick.
It was a very slow morning to Dotty.

"Seems to me," said she, vibrating between the parlor and the kitchen like a discontented little pendulum,--"seems to me it was a great deal later than this yesterday!" She had eaten as many mouthfuls of breakfast as she possibly could in her excited condition, had kissed everybody good by twice over, and now thought it was time to be starting.
Just as her patience was wearing to a thread the hack arrived, looking as black and glossy as if some one had been all this time polishing it for the occasion.