"I knew I should live--I always do live." "What was the matter ?" said Mrs.Pragoffyetski, in alarm; for she knew as much about children's ailments as she did about the volcanoes in the sun.
"Only a little sore throat," answered the housekeeper, still looking anxious, and not at all sure she was doing right.
"Yes'm, sore froat.

And Dotty wanted me to have the measles, too; but I wouldn't." "That is right," said Mrs.Pragoffyetski, with a musical laugh.

"Indeed, your little cousin was cruel to ask such a thing of you.

I'm glad you didn't do it." They took a street-car, and Dotty pressed her face against a window, expecting to see gay sights all the way.

But no; the shops had their eyes shut.