"Stop!" said a small voice in the ear of Dotty's spirit; "that is what I should call taking other people's things."
"Poh!" said Dotty, sipping again; "it's grandpa's cow. When Jennie Vance takes cake, it's wicked, because—because it is. This is only play, you know."
Dotty took another draught.
"Come, Queenie," said she, "let's be going to the castle."
Katie sprang up so suddenly that she fell forward on her nose, and said her foot was "dizzy." It had been taking a short nap as she sat on the stump; but she was soon able to walk, and shortly the royal pair arrived at the castle, which was, in plain language, a wooden house painted white.
"So you have come at last," said Mrs. Gray, from the door-way. "They don't milk very early at your house—do they?"
"No, ma'am, not so very."
"Have you seen anything of my little Charlie?"
"No, ma'am, not since a great while ago,—before supper."
"How is your grandfather?"