She frets, and then people let her alone.

And Dotty, how she tosses up her head like Aunt Martha's horse Lightning-Dodger! Haven't I always pacified Dotty, and humored her?
Had to alter the play to suit her.

And what does that child know or care, any more than if I was a common sister, that hadn't been giving up, and giving up, and _giving up_, ever since she was born ?" Prudy's cap-strings shook violently, her teeth chattered, and the sharp words seemed to rattle out like hail-stones.

Horace had never seen her in such a mood, and was half inclined to run away; but when she took her hands down from her face, and he saw how pale she was, his heart was moved.
"Come, Prue, you're sick abed; that's what's the matter.

Lie down, and let that lazy Dot take off her diamonds, and go to work." Prudy dropped upon the sofa and covered her face with her handkerchief, while Dotty, strange to relate, actually slid the rings off her fingers and thumbs, and began to put away the crackers.
"O, dear," thought Prudy, blushing under the cap-border, spectacles, and handkerchief; "what did possess me to talk so?
I had been holding in all day; why did I let go?
If I ever do let go, I can't stop; and O, how shameful it is!" It seemed as easy for Prudy to be good as for a bird to sing; but it was not so.