"I'm so glad, Dotty! I think, honestly, mother's the best woman that ever lived."
"Then why didn't she marry the best man?" asked Dotty, quickly.
"Who is that?"
"Why, Abraham Lincoln, of course." Prudy laughed.
"Yes; I suppose Mr. Lincoln was the best man that ever lived; but papa comes next."
"Yes," said Dotty; "I think he does. And I'd rather have him for a father than Mr. Lincoln, 'cause I'm better 'quainted with him. I shouldn't dare kiss the President. And, besides that, he's dead."
"You're a funny girl, Dotty; but what you say is true. Everything happens just right in this world."
"Does it?" said Dotty, wrinkling her brows anxiously; "does it, now truly?"
"Yes, indeed, Dotty. Anybody wouldn't think so, but it does."
"Then I suppose it happens right for me to be a bad girl and run away."