[Got it wroted, mamma?]
"Now 'bout I pumped full a pail full o' water.
"[She _knows_ we've got a house?]
"Now say good by, and I kiss her a pretty little kiss. O,
no; I want her to come and see me,--her and Prudy,--_two_
of 'em! I's here yet. ['Haps she knows it!]
"That's all--I feel sleepy.
(Signed) "From
"DOTTY DIMPWILL TO FLYWER."
This letter "went into a mist," and so did the next performance, which
you will read in the following chapter.
CHAPTER II.
RUNNING AWAY TO CHURCH.
The little Parlins came the next week. One Sunday morning Dotty Dimple
stood before the glass, putting on her hat for church. Katie came and
peeped in with her, opening her small mouth and drawing her lips over
her teeth, as her grandfather did when he shaved.
"See, Flyaway, you haven't any dimples at all!" said Dotty, primping a
little. "Your hair isn't smooth and curly like mine; it sticks up all
over your head, like a little fan."
"O, my shole!" sighed Flyaway, scowling at herself.
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