"If I can't manage a small concern like this!"
"But four, and one more, make five, Solly!"
"You don't say so! Well, I could carry sixteen, if they were all such little snips as you are!"
"Dot Parlin thinks she weighs as much as two tons," said Johnny, in an irritating tone.
"I'm dreadful 'fraid," murmured the little Jewess, shaking the wayward hair out of her magnificent eyes; "but I'll go if you will, Dotty Dimple."
Dotty shoved her feet into the sand and reflected.
"My mamma is afraid of the water; but then she was upset in a scursion, and that's why she's afraid."
"What kind of thing is a scursion?" asked Johnny.
"A Sabbath school picnic. And she wasn't upset either, only she 'xpected to be."
"Come on!" called Solly. "All aboard!"