"Let me get him," cried Dotty, seizing a pin, and rushing at poor Norah, who tried in vain to ward off the pin and at the same time catch the spider.
"Will you let me alone, child?"
"No, no; I want the bug myself," cried Dotty, pricking Norah on the cheek.
"Want the bug?"
"Yes; mayn't I stick him through with a pin from ear to ear? I know a lady Out West that's making a c'lection of bugs."
"Well, here he is, then; and a pretty scrape I've had catching him; thanks be to you all the same, Miss Dimple."
As it turned out to be only a hair-pin, Dotty shook her head in disdain, and went on slicing onions.
"Sure now," said Norah, "I should think you'd be wanting to go and see what's become of your sister Prudy. Maybe she's off on the street somewhere, and never asked you to go with her."
"Now you're telling a hint," exclaimed Dotty, making a dash at a turnip. "I know what you mean by your monkeys and things; you want to get me away. It's not polite to tell hints, Norah; my mamma says so."
But as Dotty began to see that she really was not wanted, she concluded to go, though she must have it seem that she went of her own accord, and not because of Norah's "hints."