Here's a nice chance to slip out, and I'll run up and see." She was not quite sure of the room, but the words, "Is that you, Prudy ?" in an aggrieved voice, showed her the way.
"How do you feel, darling ?" "Feel?
How'd _you_ feel going to bed right after dinner ?" "But you said you were sick." "Well, yes; my--windpipe; but that's done aching.

I can talk now.

You get my clothes, and I'll dress and go down stairs." "Why, Dotty, I've excused you to Mrs.Pragoff, and it wouldn't be polite to go now." "Why not?
Mother went down once with her head tied up in vinegar.
Besides, it shakes me all over to hear such a noise.

And it's not polite to stay away when the party's some of it for me." Prudy resigned herself to this new mortification, and helped the child dress.
Dotty went down stairs with such an appearance of restored health, that Mrs.Pragoff was quite relieved, and gave up her fear of scarlet fever.
But Miss Dimple's friends were all sorry, half an hour afterwards, that she had not staid in bed.
Among other games, they played "Key to Unlock Characters;" and here she proved herself anything but polished in her manners.

The key coming to her as "the girl with the brightest eyes," she was told, in a whisper, to give it to the person of whom she had such or such an opinion.