It was a glorious summer. I almost wish it had not come to an end;
though, in that case, I suppose I should never have stopped telling
about it. By and by vacation was over, and Tate went off in the same
stage with the Parlins. You could never guess what she and Dotty each
put so carefully into their bosoms, to keep "forever." It was a
splinter of the dear old barn where they had had such good times
jumping!
Three weeks afterwards the "Oriole" drove up to grandpapa Parlin's
again, and this time for the Cliffords. Flyaway danced into it like a
piece of thistle-down. Everybody threw good-by kisses, and the stage
rattled away.
And after that, dears, as Flyaway will say to her grandchildren,
"things went into a mist." And this is all I have to tell you about
the Parlins, the Cliffords, and the Willowbrook home.
THE END.
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DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES.
To be completed in six vols. Handsomely Illustrated.
Each vol., 75 cts.
1. DOTTY DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S.
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