"Dotty, you and I will trundle the wheelbarrow, and Fly shall go behind." "What an idea!" exclaimed Grace.

"I've seen little beggar children drawing a dog-cart.

Grandma'll never allow such a thing." "Indeed I will," said grandma, tying on her checked apron.

"Dog-carts or wheel-barrows, so they only take care not to be rude.

In a city it is different." "Yes, grandma," said Dotty, twisting her front hair joyfully; "but here in the country they want little girls to have good times--don't they?
Why don't everybody move into the country, do you s'pose?
Lots of bare spots round here,--nothing on 'em but cows." "Yes, nuffin' but gampa's cows," chimed in Flyaway, twisting _her_ front hair.
"Louisa," said Mrs.Parlin, "you may help me about this loaf of 'Maine plum cake,' and while you are beating the butter and sugar I will look over the rag-bag.