All to Dotty's self, as if she were a personage of the first importance.
Mamma began it.

How charming to see "My dear little daughter," traced so carefully in printed capitals! Then it was such a satisfaction to be informed, in the sweetest language, that this same "dear little daughter" was sadly missed.

Dotty was so glad to be missed! There was a present waiting for her at home.

Mrs.Parlin was not willing to say what it was; but it had been sent by Aunt Madge from the city of New York, and must be something fine.
There were two whole pages of the clear, fair writing, signed at the close, "Your affectionate mother, Mary L.Parlin." Just as if Dotty didn't know what mother's name was! Then Susy followed with a short account of Zip, and how he had stuck himself full of burs.

(He wasn't choked yet, thought Dotty; and that was a comfort.) Then a longer account of the children's picnic at Deering's Oaks.
Dotty sighed, and felt that fate had been rather cruel in depriving her of that picnic.
"But I have had something better than that," said she, brightening; "I've walked on an Ensmallment, and I have picked pecans." But the best was to come.