Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple

d the following Wednesday an exciting event occurred. It concerned Susy's pony. Percy Eastman said he was called Wings "because he hadn't

pony sadly needed some new s

's shop. It seemed to Susy that the boys were gone a long while, for it was Wednesday afternoon, and she was impatient for a ri

Susy, decidedly; "a

singing, "John's Brown buddy;" and Dotty Dimple

aid she; "I've brok

t, for pit

lied Dotty, in a v

child," wailed Susy. "What made you go and m

ed the wayward hair out of her eyes, and

omfort, Susy? Is I

mile and a tear; "no, indeed! To think

e, in a soothing, cooing tone, "then

ed toy. They were past the healing power even of Spalding's glue, that was certain.

aughty thing, to s

t a whit dismayed. "Then 'twas Prudy. We was pla

en; "Dotty's making up fibs as fast as she can s

et us wait till we hear

other had stepped on it. But Dotty, who gloried in "a fuss," had begged to be the one to tell Susy the startling news. She wished to see her eyes flash, and hear her expressions of surp

g, Susy's anger was sure to cool at once.

ing out of the window

pot. She rushed out of doors bareheaded, followed by Dotty.

shoed him?"

k they had; all of that,"

," muttered Charley Pi

said Susy, patting the pony, an

u must run into the house and ask your mothe

anything the matter with it I should think you might tell," cried

him," returned Eddy, coolly. "I never

r-if she's combing her hair, or anything-to come right out here as quick as she can run, and not

s; but, nothing daunted, jumped up and went on, delighted to know that this time something had probably happened. She

ar little Prudy, who had been for the last five minutes searching her tr

Prudy with her mouth in the shape of the letter O, and Mrs

, smiling. "I hardly think anything very ser

t he's abused this hoss, though," continued Eddy, not waiting to let Charley speak for hi

, and performed a "sta

ng triumphantly to Wings' left

of which was oozing thick dark blood. Susy looked as

h his hobnail, cowhide bo

, you mean," int

e by the coal-bin, sir? He booted him well, Mis' Parlin. I'll tell you where he did it; here on the left side, ma'am. Look

. Parlin, who fancied she could detect on Wings' glossy hide the

if anything could move her gentle heart to anger, it was cruelty to anima

"as gentle as a lamb, ma'am. It was Pete Grimes's wicke

ords and tears. "There is no grief like the grief which does not speak."

and there she washed out his wounds, trying all the while to soothe Sus

, Peter is an awful man! I saw him once, and his face looked as if he'd been rubbing it on a pen-wiper! There, Susy, don't you cry," she added, applying a moral

strike him!" ec

ings?" moaned Susy. "Evil for

the longer she reflected upon the subject. What right

his very night," said she, in her wrath. Prudy thought precisely the same; also M

Susy in the least for her indignation, but started off for the blacksmit

with you?"

id Prudy, ech

their father; "she

hey approached the shop, she saw, standing at the door, the m

ner than Susy thought was at all necessary, "Mr. G

s making the change

tle animal bears such marks of ill treatm

imself by kicking out against the

hen told the

," replied sooty-faced Mr. Grimes, with gr

had seen little Wings beating himself against the coal-box; and one of

uldn't wonder, now, Grimes, if he and that Piper boy got their tempers up, and tried to spite you, for ordering th

ve 'em meddling with your nails, and sticking scraps of iron into the c

med in Mr. Fox, anxious fo

ght have patted him once or twice with the handle of the h

satisfied that no real cruelty had been used t

des of a story!" said Mr. Parlin,

y, skipping lightly over the paving-stones. "It's so