Wish you wouldn't talk." Prudy, in spite of her vexation, could not help smiling at Dotty's fierce grimaces, of which she got a vanishing view as the child went into the curtain again.
"If we don't go home, Prudy, I'll have to go right to bed.

I don't feel like sitting up." "Then I must ask Mrs.Pragoff where we are to sleep." And next minute Prudy was half way down stairs, thinking,-- "What's gone wrong?
I never can find out by asking _her_.

She don't think or care how impolite she is, and how hard she makes it for me." It was a very brilliant party, composed of some of the most refined and accomplished little people in the city of New York.

Such fine dresses and such die-away manners overawed Prudy.

She did wish her mamma had sent a thin summer dress in the trunk.