You said, 'How nice!' as much as twice; and didn't you almost laugh out loud in the spelling class?
Hark! what a clap!" "I should think you'd be ashamed," said poor Dotty, hopping on one foot.
"When I laughed it was to see Charlie Gray make up faces.

And should I have gone barefoot if it hadn't been for you ?" "Well, there, Dotty Dimple, you're a smart little girl, I must say! I don't mean to ask you to my party, if my mother lets me have one; and I've a great mind not to speak to you again as long as I live." "I shouldn't think you'd dare to quarrel, Jennie Vance, when you may die the next minute.

Let's get under this tree." "Lightning strikes trees, you goosie!" "O, Jennie Vance! isn't there a barn anywhere in this great pasture ?" "Men don't keep barns in their pastures, Dot Dimple; and lightning strikes barns too, quicker'n a flash!" Dotty covered her face with her hands.
"You don't seem to know scarcely anything," continued Jennie, soothingly.

"I don't believe you know what a conductor is." "Of course I do.

It's the man on the cars that takes your ticket." "No; that's one kind; but in storms like this a conductor is a--a conductor is a--why, I mean if a thing is a conductor, Dotty,--why then the thunder and lightning conducts it all to pieces, and that's the last there is of it! My father's got a book of _hijommerty_ that tells all about such things.