any thing of the others, and was very much surprised. Then mamma,
grandmamma, and grandpapa all burst out laughing. His father stepped
aside, and there Dot saw the lemons in two rows.

Then father said, "That was only a joke. Now, Dot, put them back again
on the chair--quick!" And Dot ran and began to take away the lemons from
the first row, and lay them on the black cushion of grandpapa's great
arm-chair, one by one. One--two--three--four--five: he had only one more
lemon to pick up from the first row; but when he came for it--my! there
were two.

Well, to tell the truth, Dot didn't notice this at first. He picked up
one of the two, and thought to himself, "Only one left, Dot." But, I
declare! there were _two_ left when he came back. "This is a long row,"
thought Dot. And every time he left _one_, he found _two_, till papa had
quite used up the second row, from which he had been filling up the
first.

At last Dot _did_ see the last lemon, and then again he didn't see it,
for when he looked for it, it wasn't _two_, as before, it wasn't there
at all!

"O papa! you have it behind you; and Dot will pull at your hand till you
give up the lemon; and then you can't play any more tricks with your
bright little boy."

But Dot will go up to bed with Alice, and in the middle of the night
mamma will hear him saying in his sleep, "Five, six, nine, 'lemon!" For
Dot always says '_lemon,_ when he means _eleven_.