She remembered slipping off her auntie's rings when she washed the dishes; but where had she put them?
"Why, Prudy, I _persume_ I left 'em in--in--where I ought to leave 'em." "O, I'm glad you did," returned Prudy, quite satisfied, for she was listening with one ear to the liquid notes of "The Wandering Sprite." "Why didn't Prudy Parlin ask me before ?" thought Dotty, in much agitation; "and then I could have gone all round and looked to see if I'd put them in the right place." [Illustration: "DOTTY DIMPLE, YOU HERE ?"].