"Now I suppose I'm to be the head of the family," said Prudy, with a majestic air.
"We are the two heads, if you please, mum," said Horace, striking an attitude.
"What am I, then?" asked Dotty.
"You? The foot. You must run and tend."
"H'm!"
"What am I?" asked Fly.
"Why, the little finger, pet. All you have to do is to curl up in one corner."
"H'm!" responded Fly, looking at Dotty's solemn face, and trying to draw her own down to exactly the same length.
"Pretty well, I should think," said Dotty, as soon as her injured feelings would allow her to speak. "What have I done to be put down to the bottom of the foot?"
"But you know, little sister, one woman has to manage a house; and I am older than you."