"I _is_ goin' to Sabber school." Then suddenly showing her dimples, she added with a bright smile, "'Cause I's your comfort, you know, Prudy, your darlin', precious little comfort; isn't I, Prudy ?" "Dear me," thought tender Prudy, "the poor little thing always has to stay at home.

I'll ask mother to let her go with me next time.

It is right for me to ask, for I'm sure I don't _want_ her to go; so it isn't selfish!" Mrs.Parlin had a great many doubts as to Dotty's good behavior, but at last consented.

She felt pretty safe to trust her with Prudy, who was very patient, and had even now a memory longer than Susy's.
Before the time came to start for Sabbath school, Dotty stood a long while before the mirror, looking up at her gay hat and down at her cunning gaiters.

She liked nice clothes, and it pleased her to see herself so prettily dressed.
"Is that you, O you darlin' Dotty ?" said she, nodding her vain little head, and smiling till her dimples "twinkled." "Well, good by, Dotty; I's goin' to Sabber school." "O, hurry, hurry!" cried Susy; "we'll surely be late." They stepped out upon the pavement, Dotty walking between her sisters.
"We can't hurry, you know," said Prudy, "because Dotty's feet are so little." "_I_ never should have thought of bringing her," exclaimed Susy.