DOROTHY.

OROTHY was a dear, frolicsome little lass, who
made friends with every one, even the ash-men and
the coal-heavers, and it seemed to each person that

 

she must be fonder of him or her than of any one
else, for she had such loving, confiding little ways; but she
did not care for one more than another, except her papa and
mamma, who always came first of course.

It was hard to keep her out of the kitchen, the cellar, or
the back yard, for whatever was going on she wanted to see ;
and she would sit perched up on the fence when the man was
emptying the ashes, or would clamber up on the kitchen-table
and sit there Turk fashion while the maids were busy, or
would even curl up on top of a barrel in the cellar while the
man was at work there. It seemed impossible to keep her
from these places, and in consequence her father said, “We

shall have to send Dorothy to school, young as she is, for she
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