But I shan't give mine away, and shan't promise to, and then tell that I never.
That's a _hyper'blee_!" Dotty had found a new name for white lies.
"It is so nice," said Grace, as they started from the door, "to have a little cousin visiting us! for it makes us think of going to a great many places where we never went before." "Then I'm glad there _is_ a little cousin, and _very_ glad it's me." "They like to have me here," she thought, "almost as much as if I was Prudy." Horace enjoyed the distinction of walking with the handsome Miss Dimple.
When they met one of the boys of his acquaintance, he found an opportunity to whisper in his ear,-- "This is our little cousin from Down East.

Isn't she a beauty?
She can climb a tree as well as you can." Dotty heard the whisper, and unconsciously tossed her head a little.

She could not but conclude that she was becoming a personage of some consequence.
"I'm a beauty; and now I'm growing pleasant, too.

I don't have any temper, and haven't had any for a great while." Dotty did not reflect that there had been no occasion for anger.

If one cannot be amiable when one is visiting, and is treated with every possible attention, then one must be ill-natured indeed! Dotty deceived herself.