"Yes, to be sure, let
the _little_ girls have our share."
"Then may we three youngest have the whole rag-bag?" said Prudy,
brightly. "Dotty, you and I will trundle the wheelbarrow, and Fly
shall go behind."
"What an idea!" exclaimed Grace. "I've seen little beggar children
drawing a dog-cart. Grandma'll never allow such a thing."
"Indeed I will," said grandma, tying on her checked apron. "Dog-carts
or wheel-barrows, so they only take care not to be rude. In a city it
is different."
"Yes, grandma," said Dotty, twisting her front hair joyfully; "but
here in the country they want little girls to have good times--don't
they? Why don't everybody move into the country, do you s'pose? Lots
of bare spots round here,--nothing on 'em but cows."
"Yes, nuffin' but gampa's cows," chimed in Flyaway, twisting _her_
front hair.
"Louisa," said Mrs. Parlin, "you may help me about this loaf of 'Maine
plum cake,' and while you are beating the butter and sugar I will look
over the rag-bag. Dotty, please run for my spectacles.
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