There's something about it that's very queer.

I thought I knew how to make poetry, but they all laugh at me, even grandma." Dotty looked greatly surprised.
"Yes," continued Prudy, with a trembling voice; "I can rhyme verses and jingle them; but there's something else I don't put in, I s'pose, that belongs there.

Some time I'll look in the big dictionary and see what it is." "Is Prudy telling about the party ?" asked Susy, from the corner.
"What party ?" cried Dotty, dancing on her well foot.
"There, now, don't feel so happy, darling, for you can't go; its a family party, and Cousin Lydia wrote she hadn't room for the two youngest; that's you and Flyaway." Dotty looked as if she had received a blow.

True, she knew nothing about Cousin Lydia, who lived twenty miles away; but if that individual was going to have a party, of course Dotty wished to go to it.
"Uncle John is going, all _his_ wife and children," said Prudy; "and I don't see why Dotty can't." Uncle John was Aunt Martha's husband, and "all _his_ wife and children" meant only Aunt Martha and Lonnie.
"Cousin Lydia wanted to make me cry," exclaimed Dotty, her eyes shooting out sparks of displeasure; "she 'spected I'd cry, and that's why--Katie," added she, drawing the little one up to her, "Cousin Lydia won't let you come to her house." "What _for_ she won't ?" cried Katie, looking defiant.

"If I good would her put me in the closet?
I don't like her tall, tenny rate." This was the strongest expression of wrath Katie dared use; and when she said she did not like a person "tall tenny rate," it meant that she was very, very angry.
"Has Cousin Yiddy got some heart ?" asked she indignantly.
"Not a bit," replied Dotty, fiercely.
Mrs.Parlin now tried to explain.