Let me go bring my _buttoner bootner_ quick's a minute." Flyaway was not long in getting ready.

She was never long about anything.
"You said we might have all the money, we three--didn't you, grandma ?" asked Dotty again, at the last moment, thinking how glad she was Jennie had gone home, and would not claim a share.
"Yes," replied patient grandma for the fifth time; "you may do anything you like with it, except to buy colored candy." As they were trundling the wheelbarrow out of the yard, Horace came up from the garden.
"Prudy," said he, with rather a shame-faced glance at his favorite cousin, "you girls will cut a pretty figure, parading through the streets like a gang of pedlers.

Come, let me be the driver." "O, we thought you couldn't leave your flower-beds, sir," replied Prudy, sweeping a courtesy.
"Well, the weeds _are_ pretty tough, ma'am; roots 'way down in China, and the Emperor objects to parting with 'em; but--" "Poh! we don't need any boys," cried the self-sustained Miss Dimple; "if your hands are too soft, Prudy, you mustn't push.

Wait and see what Dotty Dimple can do." "O, then, if you spurn me and my offer, good by.

I suppose my little Topknot goes for _surplusage_," said Horace, who liked now and then to puzzle Dotty with a new word.