Dotty was sure everybody had heard it, and was more ashamed than ever.

She had never before met with any one so ill bred as Mrs.Lovejoy.She supposed her own conduct had been almost criminal, whereas Mrs.Lovejoy was really much more at fault than herself.

A woman who has no tenderness for a well-meaning little girl, no forgiveness for her thoughtless mistakes, can never be regarded as a lady.
Thus, for the second time that day, Dotty had met with misfortune.
Her father knew nothing of what had occurred, and she had not much to say when he offered a penny for her thoughts.
"I oughtn't to have given that baby any corn," said she, briefly; "but he didn't choke long." "Where are your gloves, child ?" Dotty looked in her pocket, and shook her head.
"You must have left them in the seat you were in.

You'd better go after them, my daughter, and then come back and brush your hair." "O, papa, I'd rather go to Indiana with my hands naked.

That woman doesn't like me." Mr.Parlin gave a glance at the wretched little face, and went for the gloves himself.