"A policeman?"

"No; O, no, sir."

After some time, the gentleman, being rather shrewd, surmised what she
wanted, and gave her the book.

"Not that, sir," said Dotty, ready to cry.

Perhaps you will be as ready to laugh, when you hear that the child
really supposed a City Directory was an instrument that drew out and
shut up like a telescope, and, by peeping through it, she could see the
distant home of Colonel Allen, on "Fiftieth Avenue."

The apothecary did not laugh at her; but, being a kind man, and,
moreover, not having curls hanging down his neck which needed attention,
he gave his whole care to Dotty, found an omnibus for her, told the
driver just where to let her out, and made her repeat her uncle's street
and number till he thought there was no danger of a mistake.




CHAPTER VI.

DOTTY REBUKED.


One would have thought that now all Dotty's troubles were over; and so
they would have been, if she had not tried so hard to remember the