I'm going out West, where the Hoojers live.

I--" Dotty stopped herself just in time to avoid "putting on airs." "H--m! I _thought_ I had seen you before.

Well, your mother is proud of you; I know she is," remarked the new acquaintance, settling herself for a nap.
Dotty looked at her as she lay curled in an ungraceful heap, with her eyes closed.

It was a hard, disagreeable face.

Dotty did not know why it was unpleasing.