The moment Dotty could catch her ear, she said, in a low tone,-- "I'm so sorry, Mrs.Pragoff-yetski.

Will it do any good to go and tell her she made me think of a Shetland pony ?" Mrs.Pragoff laughed, and thought not.

But afterwards she took Mallie into a corner to show her some "seven-years" African flowers, and said,-- "Mallie, dear, I wish you wouldn't veil those bright eyes under such fuzzy little curls.

That was why you got the key.

Dotty Dimple isn't used to seeing young ladies look like Shetland ponies." Mallie's face brightened, or that part of it which was in sight.