it, how I act, and had temper up stairs with Johnny! Johnny's put my eyes
out for it, and I'll have to go to the 'Sylum, I suppose. If I do, I
shan't be a blessing so much as I am now! To anybody ever!"

By and by aunt Eastman presented the bride with a bridal rose, which
looked as nearly as possible like the one she had given her at the first
wedding, and which grew from a slip of the same plant. Dotty could not
see the rose, but she heard her aunt say she hoped to attend Mrs.
Parlin's Golden Wedding.

"I shall be ever so old by that time," thought the little girl.
"Fifteen from fifty leaves--leaves--I don't know what it leaves; but I
shall be a blind old lady, and wear a cap. Perhaps God wants to make a
very good woman of me, same as Emily, and that's why he let Johnny put
my eyes out."

Here some one came along and offered Miss Dimple a slice of wedding cake,
which tasted just as delicious as if she could see it; then some one
else put a glass of lemonade to her lips.

"Has my little girl a kiss for me?" said Mrs. Parlin, coming to the sofa
as soon as she could break away from her guests.

The gentle "mother-touch" went to Dotty's heart. She threw her arms about
Mrs. Parlin's neck, wrinkling her collar and tumbling her veil.

"Take care, my child," said Mr. Parlin, laughing; "do not crush
the bride. Everybody has been coming up to salute her, and you
must understand that she does you a great honor to go to you and
_beg_ a kiss."