The little girl had recovered from her trials of the morning, and was so delighted with all she saw that she "couldn't walk on two feet." She preferred to hop, skip, and jump.
"O, papa, papa, what _are_ those little dears, just the color of my kid gloves ?" "Those are deer, my child." "Are they?
I _said_ they were dears--didn't I?
If they were _my_ dears, I'd keep them in a parlor, and let them lie on a silk quilt with a velvet pillow--wouldn't you ?" "This little girl reminds me strikingly of my old friend Prudy," said Major Lazelle, taking her hand.

"When I saw her across the table I thought, 'Ah, now, there is a sweet little child who makes me remember something pleasant.' After a while I knew what that pleasant thing was--it was little Prudy." Dotty looked up at Major Lazelle with a smile.
"She came to see me when I was in a hospital in Indiana.

At that time I was blind." "Blind, sir ?" "Yes; but I see quite well now.

Afterwards I met your sister on the street in Portland, and she spoke to me.

I was very weak and miserable, for I had just been ill of a fever; but the sight of her bright face made me feel strong again." Dotty's fingers closed around Major Lazelle's with a firmer clasp.