CHAPTER III.
DOTTY'S VERSES.
By the time Alice Parlin was three years old she could prattle like a bobolink, and thought herself quite as old and wise as either of her sisters.

Every Sunday morning it made her very wretched to see Susy and Prudy set out, with bright faces, for Sabbath school! "Mayn't me go, too ?" said she, plaintively.

"Me's got the coop; _must_ go to Sabber school!" "O," replied Prudy, snatching a kiss from her pouting lips, "if you've got the croup you certainly can't go." Dotty shook her curls.

"Coop's went off now.

Dotty'll go, all o' _you_." "O, no, little sister; you'll stay at home and look at your pictures.
That's the way _I_ did when I was little." "You mustn't _contraspute_," cried Dotty, shaking her elbows.