Dotty had worn the air of a princess royal all the afternoon; but now, seated in a high chair, and surrounded by a group of admiring little girls, she felt like a crowned queen.

Taking her bread in both hands, she crumbed it into her goblet of milk, and began to dip it out with the handle of her fork.

The girls looked on and smiled, and Dotty gave a little purr of satisfaction.
"Everybody'll think mother doesn't teach her good manners," thought poor Susy, hardly knowing whether she ate bread or ashes.
"Dear, dear," said Prudy to herself; "Dotty may die some time, and then I should be sorry, and cry.

I'll keep thinking of that, so I can bear her awful actions better." The little princess, from her throne in the high chair, did very rude things; such as coughing and blowing crumbs into her plate, drumming with her feet, and beating time with her fork and spoon.

When bread was offered, she said,-- "I don't like _baker's_ bread.