I don't want to keep house.

I shouldn't know how.

It would be very much better to go back and behave, for I can't stay here without being lonesome." Dotty looked again at the red and gold text.

"How different it seems to me now I'm humble! People needn't be proud if they'd swallow it down like a pill." Dotty's reasoning was rather mixed; still it is worthy of notice, that she was doing a remarkable thing for her, as she slowly walked back to her auntie's room.
But all this while Prudy, too, had been suffering.

She could never bear to have her young sister angry, and, if it had not been for Horace, would have gone to her with all sorts of promises--anything for peace.
"She's an outrageous little tyrant, Prue.