She looked Abby full in the face.
"Do you like _yourself_, Abby Grant ?" "I don' know.

Yes: why ?" "'Cause I shouldn't think you would! I 'spise you!" Having freed her mind, Dotty walked on with Zip, only turning back once, to exclaim,-- "There, Abby, now you'll have to give up!" Abby, naughty girl, ate her cake in secret, staining her white apron with the jelly, while little Miss Dimple trudged on, thinking it very strange Abby should be so long finding that book.
Perhaps for the reason that she was rather out of sorts, and thinking about Abby rather than about the road, she missed her way, and soon found herself in a narrow lane she had never seen before.
Zip looked rather uneasy, but followed close by her side.

Dotty walked on and on, till the track had faded quite away.

This was not the road to aunt Martha's.

Why didn't Abby come?
Dotty, too proud to cry, too angry to look back, wandered till she came to the edge of the Parlin woods.