Dotty cast a suspicious glance at her sister.

"Don't you try to pacify ME, Prudy Parlin."

Prudy held a handful of southernwood to her nose, and smiled behind it.

"This isn't _temper_, Prudy Parlin, 'cause you said your own self they
'bused me."

"Such a cunning little pearl!" remarked Prudy, still admiring the ring;
"how glad I should be if you'd wish it on to my finger, Dotty!"

"They 'bused me, Prudy Parlin, and you know it."

"Only till night, Dotty Dimple. Just wish it on till night."

"Well, there," exclaimed Dotty, at last; "hold out your finger if you
can't stop teasing. But I _haven't_ any temper, and you needn't act
just's if you's trying to pacify me."

"O, thank you, Dotty; on my third finger."

"Now I've wished it on, Prudy; and its a good-enough wish for you, when
you won't pity me; but now I'm going up in the bathing-room to stay, and
you can't make me come down--not a single step."

"I shan't want you to come down, Dotty. There's the very place I'm going
to myself. We'll carry up the needle-gun; it's the nicest thing to play
with. Come, let's hurry up stairs the back way, little sister, for