"Really, my young friends," said he, rubbing his stained fingers through his hair, "I believe I shall be obliged to give it up for the present.

Have the child's mother come with her to-morrow, and we'll do better, I am sure." With the likenesses of the other girls he succeeded very well; and Prudy and Dotty were glad to find, that after paying for theirs, they each had ten cents left.
"Now, Fly, we will go to aunt Martha's." But Fly was amusing herself by scraping dirt out of the cracks of her boots with a bit of glass.
"Dotty won't be to aunt Marfie's.

I don't want to stay where Dotty isn't." "But your mamma will be there, you know; and I told you what they are going to have for dinner." "Yes, _secretary_," said Flyaway, proud of her memory.

"She is a very nice _cooker_, but you'll have hard work to get me to go." She drawled out the words languidly, and seemed on the point of going to sleep.
"O, girls, girls, girls," cried Prudy, opening the door and looking out, "our wheelbarrow is gone--it's gone!" "It's bugglers; I told you so," said Dotty.
Mr.Poindexter was quite amused by his little sitters.

"I saw that you came in a coach," said he, "and without any horses." "Our grandmother said we might," spoke up Dotty, anxious to divert all blame from herself.