Part 6 (1/2)
CHAPTER V.
THE MAJOR'S JOKE.
While Dotty was dressing next morning, she fell to thinking again of her own importance as a young lady travelling _almost_ all alone by herself; and then it occurred to her that Jennie Vance, the judge's daughter, had never been any farther than Boston.
”When she comes to Portland next winter to see her aunties that live there, then I'll talk to her all about my travelling out West. But I needn't tell her how that baby choked, nor how that naughty Dollyphus made fun of me. No, indeed!”
As she spoke she was pouring water into the wash-bowl; but her indignation towards Mrs. Lovejoy and ”Dollyphus” made her hand unsteady; the pitcher came suddenly against the edge of the bowl, whereupon its nose and part of its body flew off into s.p.a.ce. Dotty held the handle, and looked at the ruins in astonishment.
”Did _I_ do that?”
She had no time to spend in lamentation.
”I don't want to let my papa know what I've done,” thought she, giving the last hasty touches to her toilet: ”he'll have to go and pay the man that keeps house; and then I'm afraid he'll think, if his little girl keeps choking folks and breaking things, I ought to stay at home.”
But Dotty was too well grounded in the ”white truth” to hesitate long.
She could not hide the accident and be happy. When she mentioned it to her father, he did not say, as some fathers might have done,--
”You careless child! Your sister _Prudy_ didn't break a pitcher or lose a pair of gloves all the way to Indiana.”
He and Mrs. Parlin were both afraid that, if they spoke in this manner, their children might infer that carelessness is just as sinful as falsehood and ill temper; they wished them to know there is a vast difference. So Mr. Parlin only said,--
”Broken the pitcher? I'm sorry; but you did right to tell me. Give me your hand, and let us go to breakfast.”
Major Lazelle was at table. He patted Dotty's head, and said she looked like ”a sweet-pea on tiptoe for a flight.” He seemed very fond of quoting poetry; and nothing could have been more pleasing to Dotty, who loved to hear high-sounding words, even if they did soar above her head.
The party of three started in due time on their journey. It was very much the same thing it had been yesterday; boys with tea-kettles of ice-water, boys with baskets of fruit and lozenges, and boys with newspapers. There was a long train of cars, and every car was crowded.
”O, papa,” sighed Dotty, after she had tried to count the pa.s.sengers, and had been obliged to give it up because there were so many stepping off at every station, and so many more stepping in. ”O, papa, where are all these people going to?”
And in the afternoon she repeated the question, adding,--
”I shouldn't think there'd be anybody left in any of the houses.”
By the time they reached Albany, she had seen so much of the world that she felt fairly worn out, and her head hummed like a hive of bees.
”I didn't know, papa,--I never knew,--there were so many folks!”
The next letter Dotty had to read was from Prudy. It was merely a poem copied very carefully. You may skip it if you like; but the major said it was exquisite, and I think the major must have been a good judge, for I have the same opinion myself!
”LITTLE DANDELION.
”Gay little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Swings on her slender foot, Telleth her beads; Lists to the robin's note Poured from above; Wise little Dandelion Cares not for love.
”Cold lie the daisy banks, Clad but in green, Where in the Mays agone Bright hues were seen; Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay; True little Dandelion Greeteth the May.
”Brave little Dandelion!
Fast falls the snow, Bending the daffodil's Haughty head low.
Under that fleecy tent, Careless of cold, Blithe little Dandelion Counteth her gold.