"It is a long picture, and they keep pulling it out like India rubber."
"She means a panorama" cried Johnny. "Why, I went to one last night. We can see as much as you can, without going Out West, either."
Here was another sensation. Dotty might as well have been eating ashes as the delirious dinner before her.
"Don't you like your pudding, dear?" asked aunt Eastman.
"O, yes'm; I always like coker-whacker" replied the unfortunate Dotty, stumbling over the word tapioca.
In spite of their mother's warning frown, the three young Eastmans laughed, while Susy and Prudy, who had kinder hearts and better manners, drew down their mouths with the greatest solemnity.
"I ain't going to speak another word," cried the persecuted little traveller, setting down her goblet, and hitting it against her plate till it rang again.
"Error!" called out Florence from the other side of the table; "there's no such word as ain't."
This was too much. Dotty had smarted under these cruel blows long enough.
She hastily arose from the table, and rushed out of the room.
"Florence and Percy, you are both very thoughtless," said Mrs. Eastman, reprovingly.