Dotty was driving ducks, and did not see her mother and sisters when they started.
"Where is they, Nono? And where's Prudy?"
"Gone walking. Your mamma told you they were going," replied Norah, setting a basin of water and a brush and comb on the stand.
"Well, Prudy's runned away," cried Dotty, "Naughty girl; made out o' dirt!"
"Come here, Miss Dimple, and let me brush your hair."
"Well, here's my hair, Nono, but you mustn't pull it; 'tisn't your hair! O, I want to kiss my mamma, I do!"
"Your mamma will be back again this evening."
"Don't want to kiss her in the evening—want to kiss her now!"
"What makes you in such a hurry to kiss your mother?"
"O, I just only want to tell her to whip Prudy. Naughty Prudy runned away! Made out o' dirt!"