dotty

Dotty unrolled herself from the curtain with a triumphant smile.

Dotty tried to think there might be time enough, after all, to find the rings.

At the mention of rings, Dotty blushed, and stole a glance at Mrs. Allen.

Why, Dotty, I've excused you to Mrs. Pragoff, and it wouldn't be polite to go now.

Dotty, it seems, was feeling very much like a bitter-sour apple.

But, Dotty, why do you want to go back to auntie's to-night?

"There, she's lost her senses; I knew she would," said Dotty, walking the floor.

"Just as we got to having a good time," said Dotty, her face in a hard knot.

Dotty was giving an extra touch to her chignon, and Prudy trying on her cap.

"We thought last night she was in danger of her life," said Dotty.