"Help a fiddlestick," said Dolly, jerking down her pea-green paper window-curtain; "ridikilis!"
Daffy knew that word was Dolly's ultimatum, and pursued the subject no further.
CHAPTER X.
"Aunt Dolly," said Rose, timidly, about a month after the events above related, "Aunt Dolly"—and here Rose stopped short.
"Out with it," said Dolly, "if you've got any thing to say. You make me as nervous as an eel, twisting that apron-string, and Aunt Dolly-ing such an eternity; if you have got any thing to say, out with it."
"May I go to the evening school?" asked Rose, "it is a free school."
"Well—you are not free to go, if it is; you know how to read and write, and I have taught you how to make change pretty well, that is all you need for my purposes."
"But I should like to learn other things, Aunt Dolly."