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"He has suffered a great deal since then," said the gentle Cassy,
thoughtfully. "You know people generally grow better by suffering."
"Dotty dear, you can't keep your eyes open," said Grace, after the
candy had been pulled. "I don't believe it will make _you_ any better to
suffer. I'm going to put you to bed."
"And here I am," thought Dotty, as she laid her tired head on the
pillow, "out West, under a sketo bar. Got here safe. I ought to have
thanked God a little harder in my prayer."
CHAPTER VII.
WAKING UP OUT WEST.
Dotty was wakened next morning by a variety of sounds. The
mocking-bird, the canary, the hens, and Horace's guinea pig were astir,
and wished their little world to be aware of it. Flyaway was dressed and
running about, making herself generally useful.
Before the tired young traveller knew where she was, a little hand was
busy at the door knob, and a baby voice called out,--
"Dottee, Dottee, is you waked up?"
"O, now I know where I am! This is Aunt 'Ria's house, and that little
snip of a Flyaway is trying to get in. O, dear, dear, how far off I am!
Prudy Parlin, I wonder if you're thinking about me?"
"Dottee! Dottee!" called the small voice again.
"O, I s'pose that baby'll stand at the door all day."
But just then the knob turned, and in rushed Flyaway out of breath.
"Good-morning, Miss Topknot," said Dotty, addressing her by one of the
dove-names Horace was so fond of using.
"O, I's pitty well," replied Flyaway, dancing across the room. "I didn't
sleep any till las' night. I d'eamed awtul d'eams; so I kep' awake, and
wouldn't go to sleep."
And into bed climbed the little one, laying her head, with its tangled
floss, right across Dotty's face.
"Dear me!" sighed Dotty, rubbing the floss out of her eyes. "Such hair!
I should think _you_ wore a wig! I'm sleepy; can't you let me be?"
"You mus' wake up, Dottee! _I_ love to wake up; I can do it velly easy."
Dotty, losing her patience, moved forward, pushing Katie towards the
edge of the bed.
"O, ho! what a little bedstick! I'll yole out!"
"I wish you would, Flyaway Clifford!"
No sooner said than done. Off rolled Flyaway, but alighted on her feet.
"O, my shole," cried she, scrambling in again; "I fell down backboards.
O, ho!"
Such good nature was not to be resisted. Sleepy Dotty waked up and smiled
in spite of herself; and next minute her persecutor was skipping down
stairs.
"Glad she's gone. Now I'll put on my pretty morning dress; Aunt 'Ria
hung it up in the closet. I'm going to be a little lady all the time I'm
out West, and not jump off of things and tear my clothes."
Then Dotty's mind strayed to a very different subject.
"It is so queer God is in this country just the same as He is in the
State of Maine! I said my prayers to Him before I started, and there He
was and heard; and now He's here and hears too; I don't see how. You
can't think without He sees your thoughts."
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