"Excuse me, little miss," said he, "but the fact is, I understood you to say your sister's name was Alice Wheelbarrow Parlin, and that's why I was puzzled to know who you meant by Dotty .-- But here we are at Pearl Street.

Here, in this house, lives one of my best customers.

Now, if you like, I'll lift you out, and you can go with me and inquire for your little sister.

Then you can ride again, for I'm going as far as Munjoy." So saying, the man took Prudy out in his arms.

She knew it was rather odd for a little girl like her to be going around to people's back doors with a stranger in a blue blouse; but it was all for Dotty's sake.
The man knocked with the handle of his whip, and a neat-looking servant girl appeared.
"Have you seen anything of a stray child ?" was his first question.
"My little sister," cried Prudy, in breathless haste.