Dotty felt as if she had a pair of wings on her shoulders, or a pair of seven-league boots on her feet; at any rate, she was whirling through space without any will of her own.

The trees nodded in a kindly way, and the grass in the fields seemed to say, as it waved, "Good by, Dotty, dear! good by! You'll have a splendid time out West! out West! out West!" It was not at all like going to Willowbrook.

It seemed as if these Boston cars had a motion peculiar to themselves.

It was a very small event just to take an afternoon's ride to Grandpa Parlin's; but when it came to whizzing out to Indiana, why, that was another affair! It wasn't every little girl who could be trusted so far without her mother.
"If I was _some_ children," thought Dotty, "I shouldn't know how to part my hair in the middle.

Then my papa wouldn't dare to take me; for _he_ can't part my hair any mor'n a cat!" Dotty smiled loftily as she looked at her father reading a newspaper.