"O, what a booful hat you've got! Would your mamma make you wear a _rainy_ dress, like mine?
No, she wouldn't.

Your mamma lets you go to parties all the days only Sundays.

My mamma has sticked me into the nursery, and nothin' but a dar'needle to sew with! O, hum! And I haven't runned away since forever'n ever! They don't 'low me to run away.

Wish Fanny Harlow'd asked me to her party.

I know why she never! 'Cause she forgot I was born." Presently there was a sound of little feet.