And now, good by, children.

You know you're as dear to me as the apple of my eye.

Do take good care of yourselves, and be good." "The apple of your eye appears to be split in four quarters, auntie," remarked Horace; and on the strength of that joke, Mrs.Allen started on her journey to Trenton.
"Now I suppose I'm to be the head of the family," said Prudy, with a majestic air.
"We are the two heads, if you please, _mum_," said Horace, striking an attitude.
"What am I, then ?" asked Dotty.
"You?
The foot.

You must run and tend." "H'm!" "What am I ?" asked Fly.
"Why, the little finger, pet.

All you have to do is to curl up in one corner." "H'm!" responded Fly, looking at Dotty's solemn face, and trying to draw her own down to exactly the same length.
"Pretty well, I should think," said Dotty, as soon as her injured feelings would allow her to speak.