Seems to me I dropped 'em in a salt-cellar.

No; I thought I'd lay 'em in a book, but we flew round so when Fly was sick, that I shouldn't wonder if they got into the wood-box." All the while Dotty went on simpering and saying, "If you please, sir," every time a dish was passed her.

Her singular behavior surprised Horace, and when she took three olives, which she very much disliked, and immediately afterwards tucked them under her plate, he said,-- "Dot, I believe you are crazy." It was an unfortunate remark.

A little more, and there would have been a scene at the table; but Dotty, with all her self-control, forced back the tears.

"Wonder if he wanted to make me cry," thought she; "but I won't cry.