Tell me where you hided my hat, 'cause I want to go home." "You shan't go home till after supper, you little darling Dotty Dimple." "O, but I must go, for my mother doesn't know where I am," said Dotty, in a dreary tone.

She had no longer any curiosity regarding Jewish suppers; all she wanted was the liberty to get away.

But it is always easier to fall into a trap than to get out of it.

Mandoline would not produce the missing hat, and it was no light matter for Dotty to go down stairs, among the noisy, quarrelsome children, and beg the severe Mrs.Rosenberg to take her part.

If she did so, perhaps the woman would pelt her with the steel thimble.