She never punishes Dolce half so much as she does herself."
"Well, I believe it is a little of both this time," replied Kitty.
"I think she'll be down to tea. You had better take Mr. Ginniss
right into your bedroom, Charlie. Perhaps he'd like to wash his
hands before tea."
"Thank you; I should, if you please," said the guest, and left the
room with his host.
When they returned, Dora was waiting to receive them, somewhat pale
and sad at having felt obliged to refuse Sunshine's entreaties to
"get up, and be the 'bedientest little girl that ever was," but
courteously attentive to the guest, and ready to be interested and
sympathetic in hearing all Karl's little experiences of the day. As
for Kitty, her careless inquiry on seating herself at the table,
of,--
"How has Mr. Brown been since he got home?" may serve as index to
the course of her meditations.
"How in the world came Dolce to undertake the rafting business?"
asked Karl, when his sister's inquiries had been amply satisfied.
"Why, poor little thing!" said Dora, laughing a little, "she thought
she had found the way to heaven. She noticed from the window how
very blue the river was, and, as she says, 'goldy all over in
spots:' so she slipped out, and ran down there, forgetting for once
that she is forbidden to do so.
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