They say you are going about doing good without any more intention of it than the goose that saved Rome." "That reminds me to inquire," said Aunt Madge, "if Fly's blind girl came that day ?" "Yes, auntie, and she was so sorry you were gone; but they will be here again to-morrow." "It was too bad to disappoint her," said Aunt Madge, with such lovely pity in her face that Prudy seized one of her hands and kissed it.
"I tell you what it is," broke in Dotty; "I always thought Mrs.Pragoff must be queer as soon as I heard she came from Poland, where grandma's cropple-crown hen came from; don't you remember, Prudy?
the one that hatched the duck's eggs.

But I didn't know she worshipped things.

Only I noticed that she didn't buy any black pins when those pitiful little boys ran after us, and said, 'O, lady! please, lady!' I thought that was mean." "Miss Dotty Dimple, come sit on my knee, and let me explain.

Mrs.
Pragoff is no heathen.

She only loves to dress elegantly, and your auntie and I sometimes think she cares too much about it, and about what other people say.