"Prudy," she said, "was a natural lady: the other two were romps." The next Monday Mrs.Parlin and the three children started for Willow-brook.

Dotty wished to take her sweet Pusheen and her darling Zip; but it was decided that Pusheen must stay at home, and help keep house.
"Be a good kitty," said her little mistress, embracing her, "and eat all the mice in the mouse-chamber, 'fore they grow up _rats_!" But Zip was allowed to go to Willow-brook; and Dotty watched him all the way, scarcely allowing him to stir from the seat beside her.
"No," said she, holding him firmly by both ears; "Dotty'd be glad to let you get down, but she doesn't think it's best.

You is only a doggie, and you'd get runned over and die.

So now, Zippy, you'll have to give up, and it's no use to bark." But Zip, having the spirit of a dog, _would_ bark.
The whole party reached Willow-brook in safety, and had a joyful welcome.
"Prudy, my aunt Louise is the handsomest lady there is in this world," said Dotty, privately.
"O, Dotty, how can you think so," exclaimed Prudy, "when there's only one woman can be THAT!" "Who's _she_ ?" "Mother, _of course_!" When Dotty was called to supper, she was found beside Pincher's green grave, telling her "brother Zip" the story of that dog's death, and trying to impress upon his mind the importance of keeping his paws out of fox-traps.
It was delightful to be at grandma Parlin's once more.

The summer-house, the seat in the tree, and the swing, were all in their old places, and had been waiting a whole year for the children.