At the sound of her steps, and the words, "You poor, forlorn little dear," Dotty came out of the curtain, looking as miserable as could be desired.
"I am so sorry, darling! I wished you to become acquainted with these nice little gentlemen and ladies." "But I--I--it hurts me to talk, ma'am." "_Your_ throat, too?
O, my love!" cried Mrs.Pragoff, seeing a dreadful vision, with her mind's eye, of two cases of scarlet fever.

She was a childless widow, and children puzzled as well as interested her.

She did not know what to make of Dotty's confused statement that she "wasn't sick and wasn't well," but undressed and put her to bed as if she had been six months old, resolving to send for the doctor in the morning.
"What have you on your neck, precious?
O, that rosary.

It is one of my curiosities.

Do you fancy it ?" "Here is the box in which it belongs.