Jennie came in, twirling the rim of her hat, and looking quite gratified by this mark of friendship in Dotty.
"Going to have your picture taken, Dotty Dimple?
Well, so I would if I was as pretty as you are.

O, dear" (with a sly peep at the glass), "I wish I wasn't so homely." Now Jennie was a handsome child, and knew it well; but Dotty took her wail in earnest.

"Why, Jennie," said she, with ready sympathy, "I don't think you're so _very_ homely; not half so homely, any way, as some of the girls at Portland." Jennie frowned and bit her thumb.

Prudy smiled "behind her mouth," but Dotty was serenely unconscious that she had given offence.

By this time the artist was ready, and thought it best to try Flyaway first; for he had had enough experience with children to see at a glance that this one would be as difficult to "take" as a bird on the wing.