I'll give her my red pocket-dress.

She's come clear down from God's house, and this is a drefful cold world." Susy knew that little Prudy's heart must be overflowing with sisterly love to the baby, or she would not be willing to give her the pocket-dress.
"She can tuck her candy in it," pursued Prudy; "'tisn't a believe-make, you know; there's a hole clear through.

She can tuck her candy in, and her pyunes and pfigs, and teenty apples.

Oho!" "'Twill be as mother says about giving her your dress, Prudy; but we shall be glad to see you kind to the new sister," said Susy, who was fond of giving small lectures to Prudy.

"We ought to be kind to her, for God sent her down on purpose.