Guess there won't anybody think I'm a boy this time," mused she, giving a last glance at the mirror; "there won't anybody laugh, and say, 'How d'ye do, my fine little fellow ?'" Very well pleased with herself, Dotty dressed "brother Zip" in Prudy's water-proof cloak, and they both stole out by the side door, without being seen.

But which way to go Dotty could not tell.
"Where _is_ the-girl-that-has-the-party's house ?" thought she, under her bonnet.

"Well, it's by the stone lions, 'most up to the North Pole.

Now, Zippy, if we keep a-goin' we shall get there, and we'll see some girls out by the door." Zip wagged his faithful tail, which was quite hidden under the cloak, and they both trudged on, Dotty's heart quivering with wicked delight.
She happened to go in the right direction, and at last did really reach the "house by the stone lions." Several young girls were indeed playing in the yard.
"What little image is that, traveling this way ?" cried Florence Eastman, holding up both hands.
"A beggar child, perhaps," replied Fanny Harlow.

"'Sh! 'sh! don't laugh!" "I don't see anything but a walking bonnet," tittered one of the girls; "don't it look like a chaise top?
O, look, look! as true as you live, that thing that's hopping along beside her is a dog!" The little figure now approached very slowly, its head bent down, its fingers in its mouth; though the girls saw nothing but a big, drooping bonnet, a purple shawl, and a pair of tiny feet peeping out from a red dress.
"I guess she came from Farther India," suggested Susy, that being the most foreign land she could think of.
Dotty now gave a loud knock at the gate, and peeped in between the bars.
In doing so she had to push back the chaise-top, and the little girls had a full view of her face.
"O, Dotty Dimple Parlin!" screamed her sisters, in dismay.
Fanny Harlow hastened to open the gate.
"Where did you come from, you naughty thing ?" whispered Susy, with a crimson face.
Dotty's sole answer was a violent sneeze, which burst off two buttons, the only ones which fastened the scarlet merino.
"I've broke my dress," said Dotty, calmly.
The little girls were greatly amused, but Dotty eyed them with such a gaze of lofty disdain that they kept their faces as straight as possible.
"Poor thing," said cousin Florence; "how tired you must be! Don't you want to sit right down in this iron chair ?" Dotty's bright eyes flashed.