But Dotty was wringing her hands under the table-cloth, and thinking, "I don't want to see anybody.

My heart is certainly broken." "Why, Dot, what's the matter?
What are you scowling at so ?" said Horace, in a low tone.
Upon that Dotty began to smile.

No one must know her heart was broken, for fear the question might arise, "What broke it ?" Of course her smile was a make-believe, nothing more nor less than a simper.

The large boy across the table looked at her in surprise.

"Handsome as a picture," thought he, "but no brains." "O, my sorrows! What'll I do?
I can't remember whether I put those rings in my blue pocket, or carried 'em up stairs.