You must answer when a question is asked.

Wouldn't you like to learn your letters, like a goody girl, so you can read the nice books?
Now be polite, and speak." "I don't want to be polite, and speak, nor I don't want to learn my letters, like a goody gell; so there!" replied Dotty, seizing the kitty, and wrapping her in a shawl.
"O, Dotty Dimple!" said Prudy, in a tone of deep distress; "how old you're getting to be! just think!" "I'm four years old, and I weigh four pounds," answered Dotty, drawing out her little cab, and throwing the muffled kitty into it, as if she had been a roll of cloth.
"O, my stars, Dotty, I can't bear to have you talk so." Dotty tucked in the kitty's tail, and drew the carriage about the room, to give "Pusheen" an airing.

"Pusheen" was her kitty's name in Irish.
"You can't think how dreadful it is, Dotty, to grow up and not know anything!" Dotty turned a short corner.

Pusheen had a fall; down came the little cab, kitty and all.
"To grow up and not know anything," continued Prudy.

"O, it's enough to break anybody's heart!" "Be you goin' to cry ?" said Dotty, in a soft voice, kneeling, and peeping up into Prudy's eyes, with some curiosity.
Prudy was obliged to smile but hid her face in the sofa-pillow, and hoped Dotty did not see her.