It was not likely to make much difference what she should choose, when everything was alike wonderful and strange.
"Pigeon pie postponed," said Mr.Parlin to the man at the back of Dotty's chair; "turkey with oysters for me." The polite waiter smiled so broadly that he showed two long rows of white teeth.

It could not be Dotty who amused him.

Her conduct was all that is prim and proper.

She sat beside her papa as motionless as a waxen baby, her eyes rolling right and left, as if they were jerked by a secret wire.

It certainly could not have been Dotty.