It was capable of being pulled; and that is a quality which delights the heart of infancy.

Dotty bore the pain heroically, till she bethought herself of appearances; for, being among so many people, she did not wish to look like a gypsy.
She smoothed back her tangled locks as well as she could, and tried every art of fascination to attract the baby's attention to something else.
"You are a pretty little girl, and a nice little girl," said the gratified mother.

"You have a wonderful faculty for 'tending babies.
Now, do you think, darling, you could take care of him a few minutes alone, and let me try to get a nap?
I am very tired, for I got up this morning before sunrise, and had baking to do." "O, yes'm," replied Dotty, overflowing with good nature; "you can go to sleep just as well as not.

Baby likes me--don't you, baby?
And we'll play pat-a-cake all so nice!" "It isn't every day I see such a handsome, obliging little dear," remarked the oily-tongued woman, as she folded up a green and yellow plaid shawl, and put it on the arm of the seat for a pillow.

"I should like to know what your name is; and some time, perhaps, I can tell your mother how kind you were to my baby." "My name is Alice Parlin," replied our enraptured heroine, "and I live in Portland.