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Prudy Keeping House

CHAPTER X
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CHAPTER X.
RIDING ON JACK FROST.
Fly slept in a little cot beside her hostess's bed.

Mrs.Pragoff, poor lady, reclined half the night on her elbow, watching the child's breathing; but, to her inexpressible relief, nothing happened that was at all alarming.

Fly only waked once in the night, and asked in a drowsy tone, "Have I got a measle ?" But just as Mrs.Pragoff was enjoying a morning nap, a pair of little feet went pricking over the floor, towards the girls' room, but soon returned, and a sweet young voice cried,-- "O, Miss Perdigoff, I can't wake up Dotty!" "Can't wake her, child!" "No'm, I can't; nor Prudy can't: we can't wake up Dotty." Mrs.Pragoff roused at once, with a new cause for alarm.
"Why, what does this mean?
Did you try hard to wake her ?" "Yes'm; I shaked her." Mrs.Pragoff now remembered, with terror, that there had been a little trouble with Dotty's windpipe.

Could she have choked to death?
Rising instantly, she threw on her wrapper, and was hurrying across the passage, when Fly added,-- "'Haps she'll let _you_ wake her; she wouldn't let me 'n' Prudy." "You little mischief, is that what you mean?
She won't _let_ you wake her ?" "No'm, she won't," replied artless Fly; "she said she wouldn't be _bovvered_." Mrs.Pragoff went to bed again, laughing at her own folly.
Dotty, it seems, was feeling very much like a bitter-sour apple.

It had always been a peculiarity of hers to visit her own sins upon other people.


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