Mrs.Parlin saw that it was high time to take her youngest daughter home.
"O, mother," said Prudy, who always felt herself disgraced by her little sister's bad conduct, "sometimes Dotty pretty nearly makes you cry! Don't you almost wish you hadn't any such little girl ?" "My dear child, I am her _mother_, and she could hardly do anything so naughty that I should cast her out of my heart.

When she has these freaks of temper, I think, 'God bears with me, and I will try to bear with my little one.

I will wait.

One of these days, when her reason grows, she will be a real blessing to us all.'" Mrs.Parlin proceeded to put on Dotty's outer wrappings, saying she must be taken home.

The child struggled and screamed, and declared she "_would_ be good, she _would_ be a comfort;" but her mother was firm, though her sweet temper never for a moment forsook her.