Dotty danced about, embraced her auntie, made a great many wild speeches, and finally found herself in her uncle's lap, kissing him and laughing aloud.
"I suppose now," said Mr.Clifford, "we cannot keep you much longer and I am sorry, for it is very pleasant to have our little cousin here to talk with us." "I don't wan't um go 'way, I don't want um go 'way," spoke up little Katie.
"But I _must_ go to meet my papa," returned Dotty, with a business air.
"I have to be at home to get ready for the wedding." It was very pleasant to know people liked her to stay.

She ran into the kitchen, and said to Katinka,-- "O, Katinka, my papa and mamma are going to be married again! Do you know I've got to start day after to-morrow ?" "So ?" replied Katinka, not very much impressed.

"I'm going to a party.
I must up stairs go, and make my hairs and shut my dress.

Gute Nacht." "I'm only going to stay one more day; aren't you sorry ?" said Dotty to broken-nosed Phebe, who came in from the pantry with a long face.
"Why, I reckoned you was going _to-morrow_," was Phebe's cool reply, rolling the whites of her eyes to hide a twinkle of fun.

She knew Dotty expected her to say, "I am sorry;" but, though she really was sorry, she would not confess it just then, because she was an inveterate tease.
Dotty felt a little chilled.