She could not look into the future and see the tomato pincushion Phebe was to give her, with the assurance that "she liked her a heap; she was a right smart child, and not a bit stuck up." The day ended with Dotty's dear, dear letter under her pillow.

She was going to be very happy by and by; but just now she thought she was so homesick that she should never go to sleep.

She longed to see Prudy, and hear her say, "O, you darling sister!" Then that wedding! Those white slippers! How they did all miss her at home! Such dear friends as she had, and such beautiful things as were going to happen! "But they are so good to me here! I've behaved so well they love me dearly.

If I go home, I can't stay here and have good times.

I should be happy if I was at my mother's house and out West too! Every time I'm glad, then there's something else to make me sorry." So, between a smile and a tear, Dotty Dimple passed into the beautiful land of dreams; and the moon shone on a little face with a frown between the eyes and a dimple dancing in each cheek.
What happened to her on her way home and afterward will be told in the story of Dotty Dimple at Play.
[Illustration: SOPHIE MAY'S "LITTLE FOLKS" BOOKS.] "The authoress of THE LITTLE PRUDY STORIES would be elected Aunty-laureate if the children had an opportunity, for the wonderful books she writes for their amusement.