"And he's as blind as a post?"
"O, no, he can see things now. I liked him, for he gave me all the apples and peaches I could eat."
"I reckon it did him good to go to the war," exclaimed Horace, "for I remember, when I was a little fellow, how he boxed my ears!"
"He has suffered a great deal since then," said the gentle Cassy, thoughtfully. "You know people generally grow better by suffering."
"Dotty dear, you can't keep your eyes open," said Grace, after the candy had been pulled. "I don't believe it will make you any better to suffer. I'm going to put you to bed."
"And here I am," thought Dotty, as she laid her tired head on the pillow, "out West, under a sketo bar. Got here safe. I ought to have thanked God a little harder in my prayer."
CHAPTER VII.
WAKING UP OUT WEST.
Dotty was wakened next morning by a variety of sounds. The mocking-bird, the canary, the hens, and Horace's guinea pig were astir, and wished their little world to be aware of it. Flyaway was dressed and running about, making herself generally useful.