The new scholar dropped her head, “like violets after rain,” thinking, “O, dear, dear! what have I done now?”
CHAPTER II.
DOTTY AND TATE.
“Well, little sister,” said Prudy that evening, “how do you like going to school?”
“I don’t know anything about it; you ask too many questions,” replied the child, turning away suddenly.
“O, Dotty! I hope you haven’t been a bad girl. Did Miss Parker have to speak to you?”
“She spoke to me—yes; what you s’pose?”
“Did you and that little Penny girl whisper, Dotty?”
“Yes. She talked to the slate, but she meant me.”