CHAPTER X.
SAFE AT HOME.
It was nearly noon before Mr. Parlin could go for the children. Dotty was received at home as joyfully as if she had been gone on a long journey.
“Kiss me all you’re going to, Prudy,” said she, as she sat in her mother’s lap, with her sisters kneeling before her, “’cause, when you’ve kissed me enough, I want to put some canther ice on my lips, the wind has scorched ’em so.”
“It’s splendid that you didn’t freeze,” said Susy; “but what is the reason you are always getting into such awful fixes, Dotty Dimple?”
Dotty sat upright and looked down on Susy with an air of injured innocence.
“It wasn’t my fix this time, Susy Parlin; it was Tate Penny’s. And do you think my conscience pricks? No, indeed!”
“O, no,” said Prudy, quickly; “it is so different—”