Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) [Illustration: JOHNNY'S REVENGE. Page 163.] [Illustration: Title Page] _DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES._ DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME. BY SOPHIE MAY, AUTHOR OF "LITTLE PRUDY STORIES." Illustrated. BOSTON: LEE AND SHEPARD. 1870. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by LEE AND SHEPARD, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. ELECTROTYPED AT THE BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY, NO. 19 SPRING LANE. _TO_ _FLORENCE BICKNELL._ DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES. To be completed in six vols. Handsomely Illustrated. Each vol., 75 cts. 1. _DOTTY DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S._ 2. _DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME._ 3. _DOTTY DIMPLE OUT WEST._ 4. _DOTTY DIMPLE AT PLAY._ 5. _DOTTY DIMPLE AT SCHOOL._ 6. _DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY._ BOOKS BY THE SAME AUTHOR. LITTLE PRUDY STORIES. Now complete. Six vols. 24mo. Handsomely Illustrated. In a neat box. Per vol., 75 cts. Comprising _LITTLE PRUDY._ _LITTLE PRUDY'S SISTER SUSIE._ _LITTLE PRUDY'S CAPTAIN HORACE._ _LITTLE PRUDY'S COUSIN GRACE._ _LITTLE PRUDY'S STORY BOOK._ _LITTLE PRUDY'S DOTTY DIMPLE._ CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I. THE LION AND THE LAMB. 7 II. A SAD STORY. 25 III. FIRE. 40 IV. PLAYING HINDOO. 54 V. RUNNING WILD. 68 VI. HOW IT ENDED. 82 VII. TELLING OF IT. 98 VIII. MAMMA AND "LITTLE ME." 112 IX. THE NEW HOME. 125 X. A SURPRISE. 140 XI. JOHNNY'S REVENGE. 155 DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME. CHAPTER I. THE LION AND THE LAMB. Dotty Dimple, after a night of pleasant sleep, greeted herself in the morning with a groan. It was as if she had said,-- "O, dear! _you_ here again, Dotty? Why didn't you sleep longer?" Prudy noticed the cloud on her sister's face in a moment; she saw she had "waked up wrong." Now I have never told you how peculiarly trying it was to live with Dotty Dimple. She seemed to have, at the same time, the nature of a lion and a lamb. When the lion raged, then her eyes blazed, and she looked as if she belonged in a menagerie; but when nothing occurred to rouse her wild temper, she was as gentle and tender as a little lamb frisking by its mother's side on a summer's day. Indeed, if I were to describe the loveliness of her manners, and the sweetness of her face, I ought to dip my pen in liquid sunshine; whereas, the blackest of ink would not be at all too dark to draw her picture when she was out of temper.