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." "It is just like you, though, mamma.

You are so good to me, and so is everybody! No matter how naughty I am, and spoil weddings, they don't say, 'You hateful thing!'" "Would it make you a better child, do you think, Dotty, to be scolded when you do wrong ?" "Why, no, indeed, mamma.

It's all that makes me _not_ be the wickedest girl in this city, is 'cause you are so good to me; I know it is." Mrs.Parlin kissed the little mouth that said these sweet words.
"And now that I am blind, mamma, you are so kind, I s'pose you'll feed me with a spoon." "You will surely be taken care of, dear, as long as your eyes are in this state." "But shan't I be always blind ?" "No, indeed, child; you will be quite well in a day or two." "O, I'm so glad, mamma.