Nothing could exceed the dreariness of Dotty"s tone. Susy, though by no means unfeeling, could scarcely refrain from laughing at the child"s unreasonableness; but Prudy, who "was exceeding wise" in reading the heart, knew that Dotty"s anger was not very real; that it was partly a.s.sumed to hide her wretchedness. Therefore patient Prudy resolved to bear with the sharp words, believing Dotty would be pleasant by and by, when she felt comfortable.
After some delay in hunting, she and Susy dressed the child in fresh clothes. Then Dotty consented to eat a little dinner, and go into her grandma Read"s room, to sit on the lounge.
"This little girl doesn"t look well," said grandma Read, the first moment; "her cheeks are altogether too red. Where has thee been to-day, Alice?"
"Been down to the beach, picking sh.e.l.ls, grandma," replied Dotty, looking hard at the carpet.
"O, where are the sh.e.l.ls?" said Prudy.
"I"m sure I don"t know; I didn"t find any. I didn"t come back the same way I went," replied Dotty, twirling her favorite lock of hair over her finger.
"Didn"t come back the same way?"
"No, I went wherrying."
"Wherrying?" repeated Prudy.
"Yes, that"s what I said."
"Prudence, what does thee suppose the child means?" said grandma Read, taking off her spectacles, and fixing her kind eyes steadily upon Dotty Dimple.
"Wherrying in a wherry," answered Dotty, dryly.
"Does thee mean in a boat?"
"Why no, grandma. It looks like a boat, but it isn"t; it"s a wherry."
"Who allowed thee to go on the water?"
"n.o.body."
"Did thee think thee was doing right?"
"No"m."
"Who rowed the boat?"
"Some boys--two--and Johnny, grandma."
"Hasn"t thy mother told thee not to go on the water?"
"She said I mus"n"t sail, and I never. I _wherried_."
"Why, Dotty Parlin," said Prudy, "you"ll scare me so I"ll never get my breath again! You didn"t go off on that bay with some boys?"
"Yes, I did," replied Dotty, trying to look defiant. "_You_ wouldn"t have dared to, Prudy."
"Thee may get in my lap, Alice, and tell me all about it," said grandma Read, laying down her knitting-work.
Dotty curled herself into a little heap in her grandmother"s arms.
"My head aches," said she, "and I love to lay it against your soft _kerjif_."
"Well, dear, so thee may. Now, tell me what made thee go on the water?"
""Cause, "cause, grandma, Solly Rosenbug asked me to go, and Johnny tried to make me _not_ go. I asked Solly was he old enough, and knew enough, and he said he did; but he didn"t any such thing. And grandma, there it was, right in the middle of the solid water! And began to spin and dance round. We couldn"t stop it from dancing; the more we held on, the quicker it went. Way up and down, grandma, and the rain raining, and our feet all sopping, and pouring right into that wherry like a--a catara-duct. They were all afraid but me, and I was awful afraid too.
You see I thought we should tip right over, and I didn"t want to be drowned, and couldn"t swim."
"Why, Dotty, how you make me tremble!" cried Prudy.
"The way Johnny paddled!" continued Dotty, triumphantly. "Solly _said_ he couldn"t. I could have paddled better, only I didn"t dare to."
"_You_ paddle!"
"No, I didn"t. The wind blew me so I couldn"t; "twas much"s ever I kept in the wherry. I had to hold on to Lina, too; she was just as "fraid!"
Here grandma Read pressed Dotty close to her heart, as if she wished to make sure the child was really alive.
""He gave his angels charge concerning thee,"" murmured she. "Tell me, child, how thee ever got to the sh.o.r.e."
"O, the captain took us in a sail-boat! He called us crazy chickens, but said he didn"t scold. I was the first one that saw the sail; and then Solly rowed us to it, and it took us in, just as wet as ever was. Johnny lost that paddle. So we got home; and, O, how my head aches!"
"What a strange, strange child to tell a story!" said grandma Read, shaking her head. "But I"ve seen thee before. I understand thy odd ways.
Thee is deeply ashamed of such wicked conduct--that I am very sure. Thee must be aware, Alice, that it is only by the Lord"s mercy thee is safe on dry land, instead of being drowned in the depths of the sea."
Dotty shuddered, and curled her crimson face more closely against the white kerchief.
"But I will not chide thee now. Thy mother will do what is right and proper when she comes home. But now thee must have a bowl of ginger tea, and go straight to bed."
Dotty made no objection. Indeed she was glad to find herself tucked warmly under blankets and coverlets, for she was still chilly, and her head grew worse continually. It was also a great relief to her that she had told the whole story. She knew her father would be sorely displeased; but he had never punished her in his life, and it was not likely he would do it now, while her head ached so dreadfully.
She wasn"t going to tell anybody how sorry she was; but she had made up her mind to this--that she would never _look_ at salt water again as long as she lived.
CHAPTER VIII.
MAMMA AND "LITTLE ME."
"O, dear!" thought Dotty, as she lay through the long afternoon, wakeful and feverish, "I should think there was a drum inside o" my head, and somebody was pounding on it,--tummy, tum, tum."
Grandma had said it was best to leave her alone, in the hope that she might fall asleep. But the sleep would not come, though dreams did, one after another, like pictures in a panorama.
When she shut her eyes, she could see a little red boat rocking on the water like a cradle; then a great wave would dash against it, and turn it over, with all its pa.s.sengers. The screaming sea-gulls seemed to be looking far down into the water in search of the sinking children; but the children could not look up to see the gulls, for their eyes were closed, and they were "drowned in the depths of the sea."
Dotty tried to shut out these horrid pictures. If her dear mamma were only here to talk to her, and lay a cool hand on her head--that mamma she had just disobeyed! Then Dotty repeated some verses she had learned long ago:--