She said Mrs.Tenny did not intend any disrespect to the two youngest ones; but she really had no room for them, as her guests were to spend the night.
"The mistake she made was in asking Susy and Prudy," said Aunt Louise; "but I suppose she was curious to see our little poetess." Prudy blushed, and hid her face behind the curtain.
"Poor little sister," thought she, "how she feels!" For Dotty sat in the rocking-chair, as stiff as a jointed doll, looking as if she loved nobody and nobody loved her.

Her beautiful eyes had ceased to shoot sparks of fire, and now appeared hard and frozen, like thick blue ice.
In fact, a fit of the pouts was coming on very fast, and gentle Prudy dreaded it.

She had been so happy in the thought of riding to Bloomingdale; could she give up that pleasure, and stay at home with Dotty?
Nothing less, she knew, would satisfy the child.

All her life Prudy had been learning to think of the happiness of others before her own.

She cast another glance at the still face.
"I'm not going to Bloomingdale," sighed she, behind the curtain.
But when she told Mrs.Parlin so, that night, her voice was very tremulous.
"You dear little girl," said grandma, giving her a hearty kiss; "you need not make any such resolve.