"Prudy little knows how my heart's broken," thought Dotty, "or she wouldn't talk about beads. And me wanting to go home so I could 'most fly, just to find those rings."
"I have been hunting for you," repeated Prudy. "Mrs. Pragoff sent a man over to Uncle Augustus's to find out whether they came to-night in the cars; but they didn't. There was a letter that uncle wasn't able; but they'll come to-morrow afternoon."
"That's splendid," thought Dotty; "now I'll have to-night and all to-morrow forenoon to hunt."
"And then Mrs. Pragoff said we might just as well stay here all night as to go home," continued Prudy.
"O, dear, dear! we're not going to stay here. Prudy Parlin? Why didn't you come and ask if I was willing?"
"I did hunt for you, Dotty, but I couldn't find you. I thought you'd like to stay. They are playing so beautifully down stairs. I'm just proud of Horace; he acts like a little gentleman."
"I don't care how Horace acts, and I don't want to play with people that have their hair frizzed. I want to go back to auntie's.'
"But you can't, Dotty. Mrs. Pragoff has sent to Mrs. Fixfax for our night-dresses."
Dotty rolled herself up in the curtain, and screamed into the folds of it.
"Why, Dotty, what am I going to do with you? Please come down, and behave."