"I have been wondering," said Mrs. Clifford, as she urned the coffee, "how we shall amuse our little Dotty while she is here."
"Fishing," suggested Horace.
"Nutting," said Grace.
"Prudy went to a wedding when she was in Indiana," remarked Dotty, in a low voice.
"We will try to get up a wedding then," said Horace; "but they are a little out of fashion now."
"We have been thinking," observed Mrs. Clifford, "of a nutting excursion for to-day. How would you like it, Edward?"
"Very much," replied Mr. Parlin. "I can spend but one day with you, and I would as lief spend it nutting as in any other way."
"Only one day, Uncle Edward!" cried Grace and Horace.
"Only one day, papa!" stammered Dotty, feeling like a little kitten who did have her paw on a mouse, but sees the mouse disappear down a hole.
"O, I shall leave you, my daughter. You will stay here a week or two, and meet me in Indianapolis."