Dotty paced the pavement with restless steps, her mind agitated by a thousand wild fancies:  Grandma Read never went anywhere; perhaps she was locked up in the house, and Zip too.  Norah was at Cape Elizabeth; she had walked out to see her friend Bridget, the girl with red hair; and, just as likely as not, she didn’t ever mean to come back again.  Mother, and Susy, and Prudy had gone to Willowbrook, to grandpa Parlin’s—­of course they had,—­and left grandma Bead all alone in the house, with nothing to eat.  How strange!  How unkind!

“Grandma!” she called out under Mrs. Read’s window.

There was no answer.  Dotty fancied the white curtain moved just a little; but that was because a fly was balancing himself on its folds.  Grandma was not there, or, if she was, she must be very sound asleep.  O, dear, dear!  And here were Dotty and her father come home a day earlier than they were expected; and instead of giving the family a joyful surprise, they had a surprise themselves, only not a joyful one, by any means.  How impolite it was in everybody, how unkind, to go away!  At first, Dotty had been alarmed; but now her indignation got the better of her fears.  When she did see Prudy again,—­the sister who pretended to love her so much,—­she wouldn’t take the presents out of her trunk for ever so long, just to tease the naughty girl!

Meanwhile her father did not appear to be at all disturbed.

“Perhaps they have gone to the Islands, or somewhere else not far away, to spend the day.  It is now nearly two o’clock.  You may go to the Preble House with me, and take-your dinner, and then I will unlock the house, and find some one to stay with you till night.  Would you like that?  Or would you prefer to go at once to your aunt Eastman’s?  You may have your choice.”

Dotty reflected about half a minute.  “I will go to aunt Eastman’s, if you please, papa.”

This appeared to her decidedly the most dignified course.  She would go to aunt Eastman’s, and she would not be in the least haste about coming back again.  She would teach her sisters, especially Prudy, that it is best to be hospitable towards one’s friends when they have been away on a long journey.  Her anger may seem very absurd; but you must remember, little friends, that Dotty Dimple had now become a travelled young lady; she had seen the world, and her self-esteem had grown every day she had been away.  Her heart was all aglow with love towards the dear ones at home, and it was very chilling to find the door locked in her face.  She did not stop to reflect that no unkindness had been intended.

As they drove to aunt Eastman’s, her father observed that her bright little face was very downcast, but supposed her sadness arose from the disappointment.  There are depths of foolishness in children’s hearts which even their parents cannot fathom.

Strange to say, neither Mr. Parlin nor Dotty had thought that the family might be visiting at Mr. Eastman’s; but such was the case.  It was Johnny’s birthday, and his father had sent the carriage into the city that morning for Mrs. Parlin, grandma Read, and the children.  As for Norah, Dotty was right with regard to her; she had walked out to the Cape to see the auburn-haired Bridget.