Then she gasped out,-- "O, dear! dear! dear! I didn't know your hair was so tender!" The major had been crowding his handkerchief into his mouth; but at this he could no longer restrain himself, nor could Mr.Parlin help joining in the laugh.
[Illustration: THE MAJOR'S JOKE.

Page 78.] The little girl was more bewildered than ever.

She put her hand to her own head, to make sure it was safe, for it felt as airy as a dandelion top.
Then Major Lazelle explained to her in a few words what a wig is, and how it is fastened to the head.

Dotty understood it all in a moment, but was too much chagrined to make any reply.
"I am several years younger than your papa, my dear; so you think it strange to see me bald; but I have had two dreadful fevers, and they have run away with every bit of my hair." Dotty would not even look up to see Major Lazelle replace his wig.

Her dignity had been wounded.
"Come, sit on my knee, Pussy, and let me tell you some more about it." "No, I thank you, sir," replied she, walking the floor with the air of an injured princess.