And he needn't think he can make me 'mad' either.

S'pose I'd show temper right before these people ?" On the whole, Dotty contrived to keep up appearances, and no one but Horace and the youth opposite noticed her much, or suspected her of being an idiot.

But the moment dinner was over, she stole away from the party, and found her way up-stairs to Mrs.Pragoff's room.

There, on the outside of the bed, lay Fly, half undressed, and still very pale.
"Gas-light makes folks look _gas_-ly," thought Dotty, "but she isn't much sick, or Horace wouldn't have eaten any dinner.

There, when I first got a peek at this bed-quilt, I thought it was so queer; and now I'm going to see what it's made of." Instead of a common coverlet, the bed was adorned with two enormous crimson satin cushions stuffed with swan's down.