"I, Jennie Vance? I never! What a story!"
"You did, Miss Dimple; you spelt it out in the Reader,—'straw-bry;' or I shouldn't have thought of such a thing."
"Well, I didn't care much about going, now truly, Jennie; for I don't feel very well."
"You seemed to be very much pleased. You said, 'How nice!' as much as twice; and didn't you almost laugh out loud in the spelling class? Hark! what a clap!"
"I should think you'd be ashamed," said poor Dotty, hopping on one foot. "When I laughed it was to see Charlie Gray make up faces. And should I have gone barefoot if it hadn't been for you?"
"Well, there, Dotty Dimple, you're a smart little girl, I must say! I don't mean to ask you to my party, if my mother lets me have one; and I've a great mind not to speak to you again as long as I live."
"I shouldn't think you'd dare to quarrel, Jennie Vance, when you may die the next minute. Let's get under this tree."
"Lightning strikes trees, you goosie!"
"O, Jennie Vance! isn't there a barn anywhere in this great pasture?"
"Men don't keep barns in their pastures, Dot Dimple; and lightning strikes barns too, quicker'n a flash!"