“Dotty, there’s a boy,—his name’s Daniel Page,—and he goes to church right before our pew. He acts awfully. Did you ever see Dannie?”
Dotty shook her head.
“Didn’t you truly?”
Dotty shook her head again.
“Why, he lives on next to the same street you do. Didn’t you never see him?”
Dotty shook her head with treble force.
“’Cause I was going to tell you what he did last Sunday. Do you want to hear?”
Miss Dimple’s head shook as if she had the palsy.
“Well, I’m going to tell you, anyway, it was so queer. The minister he prayed, and Dannie he stood up, and turned round, and looked at me. And what do you s’pose he put into his mouth?”