Dotty Dimple at Her Grandmothers

Dimple at Her Grandmother's,
by Sophie May

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Author: Sophie May
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SOPHIE MAY'S
LITTLE FOLKS' BOOKS.

Any volume sold separately.
=DOTTY DIMPLE SERIES.=--Six volumes. Illustrated. Per volume,
75 cents.
Dotty Dimple at her Grandmother's. Dotty Dimple at Home. Dotty
Dimple out West. Dotty Dimple at Play. Dotty Dimple at School. Dotty
Dimple's Flyaway.
=FLAXIE FRIZZLE STORIES.=--Six volumes. Illustrated. Per volume,
75 cents.
Flaxie Frizzle. Little Pitchers. Flaxie's Kittyleen. Doctor Papa. The
Twin Cousins. Flaxie Growing Up.
=LITTLE PRUDY STORIES.=--Six volumes. Handsomely Illustrated.
Per volume, 75 cents.
Little Prudy. Little Prudy's Sister Susy. Little Prudy's Captain Horace.
Little Prudy's Story Book. Little Prudy's Cousin Grace. Little Prudy's
Dotty Dimple.
=LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES.=--Six volumes. Illustrated.
Per volume, 75 cents.
Little Folks Astray. Little Grandmother. Prudy Keeping House. Little
Grandfather. Aunt Madge's Story. Miss Thistledown.
LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.
BOSTON.
[Illustration: "MISS PATTY, ISN'T THIS THE LONGEST NIGHT
YOU EVER SAW?"--Page 161.]

DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES

BY SOPHIE MAY.
ILLUSTRATED
DOTTY AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S
LEE & SHEPARD BOSTON

DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES.
DOTTY DIMPLE
AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S.
BY SOPHIE MAY,
AUTHOR OF "LITTLE PRUDY STORIES."
Illustrated.
BOSTON
LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS 10 MILK STREET
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870,
BY LEE AND SHEPARD,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
TO
SARAH G. PEIRCE

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE
I. DOTTY'S PIN-MONEY, 7
II. PLAYING KING AND QUEEN, 23
III. THE WHITE TRUTH, 42
IV. DOTTY'S CAMEL, 57
V. A SAD FRIGHT, 68
VI. MAKING POETRY, 94
VII. A DAY ON THE SOFA, 109
VIII. WASHING THE PIG, 122
IX. A DARK DAY, 139
X. "THE END OF THE WORLD," 156
XI. CRAZY DUCKLINGS, 170
XII. "THE CHARLIE BOY," 182

DOTTY DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S.
CHAPTER I.
DOTTY'S PIN-MONEY
Everything was very fresh and beautiful one morning in May, as if God
had just made the world. The new grass had begun to grow, and the
fields were dotted over with short, golden-topped dandelions.
The three Parlin children had come to their grandmother's much earlier

in the season than usual; and now on this bright Sabbath morning they
were going to church.
Dotty Dimple, otherwise Alice, thought the fields looked like her Aunt
Maria's green velvet toilet-cushion stuck full of pins. The spiders had
spread their gauzy webs over the grass, and the dew upon them
sparkled in the sunshine like jewels. "Such nice tablecloths as they
would have made for the fairies," thought Dotty, "if there only were
any fairies."
"The world is ever so much handsomer than it was a week ago," said
Prudy, pointing towards the far-off hills. "I'd like to be on that
mountain, and just put my hand out and touch the sky."
"That largest pick," said Dotty, "is Mount Blue. It's covered with
blueberries, and that's why it's so blue."
"Who told you that?" asked Susy, smiling. "It isn't time yet for
blueberries; and if it was, we couldn't see them forty miles off without a
telescope."
"Jennie Vance told me," said Dotty; "and she ought to know, for her
father is the judge."
By this time the children had reached the church, and were waiting on
the steps for the rest of the family. It was pleasant to watch the people
coming from up and down the street, looking so neat and peaceful. But
when Jennie Vance drew near with her new summer silk and the
elegant feather in her hat, Dotty's heart gave a quick double beat, half
admiration, half envy. Jennie's black eyes were shining with vanity, and
her nicely gaitered feet tripped daintily up the steps.
"How d'ye do?" said she, carelessly, to Dotty, and swept by her like a
little ship under full sail.
"Jennie Vance needn't talk so about her new mother," whispered Prudy,
"for she gives her fifty-two new dresses, one for every Sunday."

Dotty's brow darkened. Just now it seemed to her one of the greatest
trials in the whole world that the dress she wore had been made over
from one of Prudy's. It was a fine white organdie with a little pink sprig,
but there was a darn in the skirt. Then there was no feather in her hat,
and no breastpin