"There's nothing so bad for me as worry of mind: I shall be sick as sure as this world!"
Dotty knew she had been selfish and careless. She not only felt ashamed of herself, but also very much afraid that something dreadful had happened to Katie, in which case she would be greatly to blame. She anxiously joined in the search for the missing child. I am sure you would never guess where she was found. In the watering trough! Not drowned, because the water was not deep enough!
"I was trying to srim," said she, as they drew her out; "and that's what is it."
Even Miss Polly smiled at the dripping little figure with hair clinging close to its head; but Flyaway looked very solemn.
"It makes me povokin'," said she, knitting her brows, "to have you laugh at me!"
"It would look well in you, Dotty," said Miss Polly, "to pay more attention to this baby, and let your teeth alone."
Dotty twisted a lock of her front hair, and said nothing; but she remembered her grandmother's last words,—"Alice, I depend upon you to amuse your little cousin, as your Aunt Maria told you. You know you can make her very happy when you please."
"Seems to me," thought Dotty, "that baby might grow faster and have more sense. I never got into a watering-trough in my life!—Why, how dark it is! Hark!" said she, aloud; "what is that rattling against the windows?"
For she heard
| "the driving hail |
| Upon the window beat with icy flail." |