"That's all—I feel sleepy.
(Signed) "From
"Dotty Dimpwill to Flywer."
This letter "went into a mist," and so did the next performance, which you will read in the following chapter.
CHAPTER II.
RUNNING AWAY TO CHURCH.
The little Parlins came the next week. One Sunday morning Dotty Dimple stood before the glass, putting on her hat for church. Katie came and peeped in with her, opening her small mouth and drawing her lips over her teeth, as her grandfather did when he shaved.
"See, Flyaway, you haven't any dimples at all!" said Dotty, primping a little. "Your hair isn't smooth and curly like mine; it sticks up all over your head, like a little fan."