Sophie May

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Excerpt from Dotty Dimple Out West The hack ride did not last long. It was: like the preface to a story-book; and Dotty did not think much about it after she had come to the story, that is to say, to the cars. Her father found a pleasant seat on the shady side, hung the basket in a rack, opened a window; and very soon the iron horse, which fed on fire, rushed, snorting and shrieking, away from the depot. Dotty felt as if she had a pair of wings on her shoulders, or a pair of seven-league boots on her feet; at any rate, she was whirling through space without any will of her own. The trees nodded in a kindly way, and the grass in the fields seemed to say, as it waved, Good by, Dotty, dear Good by You'll have a splendid time out West Out West Out West It was not at all like going to Willow. Brook. It seemed as if these Boston cars had a motion peculiar to themselves. It was a very small event just to take an after noon's ride to Grandpa Parlin's but when it came to whizzing out to Indiana, why, that was another affair It wasn't every little girl who could be trusted so far with out her mother. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple By Sophie May

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This failed to satisfy Miss Dimple. She would cry out again, in heart-broken tones, - "Is I your little comfort, mamma? Is I?" So, sooner or later, Mrs. Parlin was obliged, for the sake of peace, to kiss the child, and answer, "Yes." Then, perhaps, for twenty-four hours the lion would be curled up, asleep, and out of sight in his den, and the lamb would be playfully frisking about the house, a pet for everybody. But often and often, when Susy and Prudy came in from school or play, they found their baby sister in disgrace, perched upon the wood-box in the kitchen, with feet and hands firmly tied. There she would sit, throwing out the loudest noise possible from her little throat. It was the young lion again, roaring in his cage.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...of he) wrapper. l "O, dear, I'm. so sorry, Tate Penny Your nose is just like an inkstand; every time anybody touches it, it tips over." "It isn't any matter," whispered Tate, "only I shall bleed the floor, and bleed my dress. I want to go home, and haven't any apron on." " Here, take my slate, Tate Penny, and the sponge, too, while I ask Miss Parker if I mayn't go home with you." "Tate has got the nose-bleed, Miss Parker," said Dotty, " both sides of her nose, and I was the one that did it, but 'twas untennyshal. Mayn't I take her home before she bleeds the house all up? She's got it real hard, both sides, Miss Parker." The earnest look in Dotty's eyes was not to be resisted. Miss Parker forgot the weather, and consented. She knew Tate lived very near the school-house; but she did not reflect that in this whizzing storm it was almost unsafe for such young. children to walk even a short distance. The little girls hurried on their cloaks and hoods, and started out, Miss Parker going into the entry with them, and giving Tate her own handkerchief, saying, ---. _ "Use snow, my dear. I wouldn't come back to school, for you won't feel like it. Dotty, perhaps you'd better not go; it's a. terrible storm, and Tate can do as well alone." But Dotty insisted, and Miss Parker said no more. If she had only opened the outside door she would have seen at once what an imprudent thing she was allowing the children to do; but instead of opening the door, she turned and entered the schoolroom. Dotty and Tate passed out into the storm The wind shrieked at them like some wild animal, and rushed upon them as...