Little Prudys Dotty Dimple

Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple

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Title: Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple
Author: Sophie May
Release Date: July 30, 2005 [EBook #16390]
Language: English
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LITTLE PRUDY'S DOTTY DIMPLE
By SOPHIE MAY
NEW YORK HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS
[Illustration]
DEDICATION.

TO
Little Nelly Clarke.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. DOTTY'S BABYHOOD 7 II. THE BONE MAN 31 III. DOTTY'S
VERSES 36 IV. THE NESTLINGS 52 V. FANNY HARLOW'S
PARTY 65 VI. THE LITTLE TEACHER 83 VII. BOTH SIDES OF A
STORY 98 VIII. THE WATER-KELPIE 117 IX. BROTHER ZIP 137
X. DR. PRUDY 154 XI. BUYING A BROTHER 173 XII. A
WEDDING 189

DOTTY DIMPLE.
CHAPTER I.
DOTTY'S BABYHOOD.
Alice was the youngest of the Parlin family. When Grandma Read
called the children into the kitchen, and told them about their new little
sister, Susy danced for joy; and Prudy, in her delight, opened the cellar
door, and fell down the whole length of the stairs. However, she rolled
as softly as a pincushion, and was not seriously hurt.
"But you can't go into mother's room," said Susy, "you're crying so
hard."
"Poh!" replied three-years-old Prudy, twinkling off the tears; "yes, I can
neither. I won't go crying in! I didn't hurt me velly bad. I'm weller
now!"
So she had the first peep at the wee dot of a baby in the nurse's arms.

"O, dear, dear," said she, "what shall I do? I are so glad! I wish I could
jump clear up to the sky of this room! How do you do, little sister?"
The baby made no reply.
"Why! don't you love me? This is _me_: my name's Prudy. I've got a
red pocket dress;--Santa Claw bringed it."
Still the little stranger paid no heed,--only winked her small, bright
eyes, and at last closed them entirely.
"O, my stars! she don't hear the leastest thing," sobbed Prudy, glad of
an excuse to cry again. "She can't hear the leastest mite of a thing!
Where's the holes in her ears gone to? O, dear, dear!"
It seemed to Susy that this was the happiest day of her life. She stole up
to her mother and kissed her. "O, mamma," said she, "wasn't God good
to send this little sister?--Why, I'm crying," added Susy, greatly
surprised: "what do you suppose makes me cry, when I'm happy all
over--clear to the ends of my fingers?"
"Yes, your eyes are sprinklin' down tears, but you're laughing all over
your face; and so 'm I," said little Prudy, delighted to see some one else
as foolish as herself.
"Susan, I hope thee'll receive this new sister as a gift from God," said
grandma Read, wiping her spectacles.
"It seems so funny," said Susy, gently stroking the baby's face; "so
funny for me to have a new sister."
"Now you've tolled a story, Susy Parlin; she was sended to me,--isn't I
the littlest?" cried bruised and battered Prudy, shaking with another
tempest of tears, and kissing the baby violently.
"O, mamma! O, grandma," said Susy, clasping her hands in alarm,
"don't let her kiss that soft baby so hard! She'll draw the blood right
through her cheeks."

The nurse who was a smiling woman, with a wart on her nose, began to
frown a little, and grandma Read, patting Prudy's head, whispered to
her that if she did not stop crying she must leave the room, as the noise
she made disturbed her mother.
"Then I'll--I'll be--just as good as a lady, and I won't kiss her no more,"
replied little Prudy between her sobs, at the same time prying open
baby's mouth with her busy fingers.
"Why, where's her teef? When you goin' to put in her teef?"
"O," said Susy, in an ecstasy, "isn't she such a velvet darling? What
cunning little footsie-tootsies! Shaped just like a flatiron! But I haven't
seen her eyes yet."
"There, look now," said Prudy, puffing in the baby's face; "her eyes has
came! I've blowed 'em open."
"O, fie, Miss Prudy," said the nurse, biting her lips; "now you'll
certainly have to leave the room. It's not safe for you to come near this
tiny bit of a baby. Nobody ever knows what you are likely to do next."
Little Prudy hung her head in great dismay.
"Then, if she goes, I'll