We can't have you die!" "Somebody leave me alone," moaned Katie; "and 'twas you'n the Polly woman.

I don't love anybody in this world!" "Darling! I didn't mean to," said Dotty, "now honest.

Polly said, 'O, dear! she was going to die'; but I might have known she wouldn't.

She told a wrong story--I mean she made a mistake." "You was naughty," said Katie, "velly naughty; but you didn't mean to." "No, Katie; 'twas Polly that was naughty." "The krilt got off o' me," said Katie, picking at the tufted coverlet; "and then I was sick." "Miss Polly said it was the strawberries, darling; and the cream poured over them so thick." "And getting into the watering-trough," added Dotty to herself, uneasily.
"Yes," sighed Katie: "'twas the stawbollies.

Did _I_ ask for the stawbollies?
No, but the Polly woman gave 'em to me.