CHAPTER V.
FANNY HARLOW'S PARTY.
"Kiss me, little sister," said Prudy, "and let me go, for I must get ready for the party." "I know where you're goin'," said Dotty; "why can't I go too ?" Little did innocent Prudy dream of the queer thoughts which were chasing one another in her little sister's brain.

After she and Susy had gone, and the house was quite still, Dotty stood at the window, looking down street.

It was a lovely day; the clouds were "softer than sleep." "O, my suz!" said Dotty Dimple; "there they go, way off, way off, Susy and Prudy.

Bof of 'em are all gone.

Nobody at home but me.