"You mus' wake up, Dottee! I love to wake up; I can do it velly easy."
Dotty, losing her patience, moved forward, pushing Katie towards the edge of the bed.
"O, ho! what a little bedstick! I'll yole out!"
"I wish you would, Flyaway Clifford!"
No sooner said than done. Off rolled Flyaway, but alighted on her feet.
"O, my shole," cried she, scrambling in again; "I fell down backboards. O, ho!"
Such good nature was not to be resisted. Sleepy Dotty waked up and smiled in spite of herself; and next minute her persecutor was skipping down stairs.
"Glad she's gone. Now I'll put on my pretty morning dress; Aunt 'Ria hung it up in the closet. I'm going to be a little lady all the time I'm out West, and not jump off of things and tear my clothes."
Then Dotty's mind strayed to a very different subject.
"It is so queer God is in this country just the same as He is in the State of Maine! I said my prayers to Him before I started, and there He was and heard; and now He's here and hears too; I don't see how. You can't think without He sees your thoughts."