"Yes; I saw his death in the papers," said Dotty, briskly; "so you don't want me for your hired girl—do you?"
Then she thought, "How glad I am I came back! It's always better to be humble!" and added aloud, with a fine-lady drawl,—
"No, mim; it's not the style I've been subject to. I was necessiated to leave you, mim, because I can't eat out of anything but gold teaspoons."
"That sounds so like Mrs. Pitkin Smith!" said Prudy, laughing. "She used to board at Mrs. Penny's, Horace. Come, let's go and dress in our costumes. I'll be Mother Hubbard; and Horace, you go into uncle's dressing-room and see what you can find."
Little Miss Fly.
CHAPTER III.
BORROWED JEWELS.
"Of course I must take the best things," said Dotty; "for I'm to have the best part."