I don't want to stay where Dotty
isn't."
"But your mamma will be there, you know; and I told you what they are
going to have for dinner."
"Yes, _secretary_," said Flyaway, proud of her memory. "She is a very
nice _cooker_, but you'll have hard work to get me to go."
She drawled out the words languidly, and seemed on the point of going
to sleep.
"O, girls, girls, girls," cried Prudy, opening the door and looking
out, "our wheelbarrow is gone--it's gone!"
"It's bugglers; I told you so," said Dotty.
Mr. Poindexter was quite amused by his little sitters. "I saw that you
came in a coach," said he, "and without any horses."
"Our grandmother said we might," spoke up Dotty, anxious to divert all
blame from herself. "She said we might; but Prudy ought to have gone
straight home. I knew it all the time."
"I dare say some one has driven off your carriage in sport," said the
kind-hearted photographer; "never fear."
"O, no, sir; it was new and red. Folks wanted it to haul stones in,
and that was why they took it," said Dotty, wrathfully.
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