“O, Dotty! And you answered back?”
“H’m, Prudy! D’you think I’se going to sit there and not say anything, and her a talking to me the whole time?”
“She’s going to act awfully, I’m afraid,” thought poor Prudy, who felt the whole care of her little sister on her own young shoulders.
“You didn’t twirl your hair, and talk in the class, Dotty?”
Dotty stooped to pick up a pin which was not on the carpet.
“O, Prudy! I’m going to get me some paper, and oil it, and put it over pictures, and it’ll draw splendid! With butter, you know! Shines through.”
Prudy saw the flush of shame on her sister’s cheeks, but did not know how keenly she was suffering.
“I wouldn’t tell Prudy how the girls laughed at me, and thought I was a nidiot. And the teacher too, I saw her laughing, inside of her sleeves. Every time I think of it I want to shut myself up in the closet.”
“How did you like your school, Alice,” said Mr. Parlin, as the family were all seated in the parlor after tea.