Prudy did not suspect in the least what the matter was, but knew, from experience, it was safest to ask no questions.
"I'm going back to auntie's, this morning." "Why, Dotty, Uncle Augustus and auntie won't be home till night.

Mrs.
Pragoff said she would take us to the Park and the Museum, you know." "I don't care how much you go to parks and museums, Prudy; I want to be at home long enough to get my hair brushed and put away my things." Prudy looked up in surprise; but the rousing-bell sounded, and both the little girls had as much as they could do to get ready for breakfast.
When Mrs.Pragoff met them in the parlor, she saw two lovely dimples playing in Dotty's cheeks; for the child was old enough, and had pride enough, to conceal her disagreeable feelings from strangers.

All very well, only she might have carried the concealment a little farther, and spared poor Prudy much discomfort.
Not that Prudy thought of complaining,--for really her younger sister's temper was greatly improved.

For a year or two she had scarcely been known to get seriously angry, and Prudy did not mind a sharp retort now and then, or even an hour's sulks.
While Dotty sipped her chocolate from a cup so delicate that it looked like a gilded bubble, she was wondering how she could get home.

She did not know the way, and could not ask any one to go with her without making up an excuse.
"I could say I am sick, but that wouldn't be true, and me eating muffins and honey.