Won't I have nuffin to do but just sit still?
But I'd rather be gentle (generous), and give it to my mamma." "Well, to your mamma, then.

What will be the harm, Dotty, in leaving this wheelbarrow out here at the door ?" "I don't know," said Dotty; "I hope there won't any 'bugglers' come along, and steal it." "I shall watch it," replied Prudy, with a care-worn look; and they all went up the steps and entered the little picture-gallery.
The windows were closed, and the odor of chemicals was so stifling, that the children almost gasped for breath.

The artist seemed glad to see them, made no remarks about the wheelbarrow, though he must have noticed it, and said he would be ready in a few minutes.

While they waited, they walked about the room, looking at the pictures on the walls.
"See," said Dotty; "there is Abby Grant, with her hair frizzed.

Prudy" (in a low whisper), "you don't s'pose he will carry us off--do you?
I forgot about the wheels, or I wouldn't have come! O, see that little boy; hands as big as my father's! Here comes Jennie Vance; I'm going to call her in." Dotty had forgotten her contempt for her lively friend.