"O, papa, where are all these people going to ?" And in the afternoon she repeated the question, adding,-- "I shouldn't think there'd be anybody left in any of the houses." By the time they reached Albany, she had seen so much of the world that she felt fairly worn out, and her head hummed like a hive of bees.
"I didn't know, papa,--I never knew,--there were so many folks!" The next letter Dotty had to read was from Prudy.

It was merely a poem copied very carefully.

You may skip it if you like; but the major said it was exquisite, and I think the major must have been a good judge, for I have the same opinion myself! "LITTLE DANDELION.
"Gay little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Swings on her slender foot, Telleth her beads; Lists to the robin's note Poured from above; Wise little Dandelion Cares not for love.
"Cold lie the daisy banks, Clad but in green, Where in the Mays agone Bright hues were seen; Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay; True little Dandelion Greeteth the May.
"Brave little Dandelion! Fast falls the snow, Bending the daffodil's Haughty head low.
Under that fleecy tent, Careless of cold, Blithe little Dandelion Counteth her gold.
"Meek little Dandelion Groweth more fair, Till dies the amber dew Out of her hair.
High rides the thirsty sun, Fiercely and high; Faint little Dandelion Closeth her eye.
"Pale little Dandelion In her white shroud, Heareth the angel breeze Call from the cloud.
Fairy plumes fluttering Make no delay; Little winged Dandelion Soareth away." This night was spent at Albany; and, as the evening closed with a little adventure I will tell you about it; and that will be all that it is necessary to relate of Dotty's journey.
Mr.Parlin, Major Lazelle, and our heroine were sitting, after their late tea, in a private parlor.

It was time Dotty was asleep but, while she was waiting for her papa, Major Lazelle held her on his knee.

Mr.
Parlin was writing letters, and did not listen to the conversation going on between his little daughter and her friend.