I like _daily_ bread." But this was all the remark she made during the whole meal.

At last she ceased eating, coughing, and drumming: there was a "flash of silence." Everybody looked up.

Dotty's eyes were closed, and her head was swaying from side to side, like a heavy apple stuck on a knitting needle--she was fast asleep.
She was wheeled home in a small carriage, followed by a guard of all the girls.

Next day she was duly punished by being tied to the bedpost with the clothes-line.
"I wish her _reasons_ would begin to grow," sighed Prudy.

"I never can feel happy when Dotty gets into a fuss." "I've been thinking it all over," replied Susy, "and I've made up my mind that God allows her to mortify you and me.