Dotty Dimple Out West

by Sophie May

  CHAPTER III.

  A BABY IN A BLUE CLOAK.

  Dotty had begun to smile again, and was talking pleasantly withher father, when there was a sudden rocking of the cars, or, as Prudyhad called it, a "car-quake." Dotty would have been greatly alarmed ifshe had not looked up in her father's face and seen that it wasperfectly tranquil. They had run over a cow.

  This little accident gave a new turn to the child's thoughts. She gazedat the conductor with some distrust. If he did not take care of thecars, what made him wear that printed hat-band? She supposed that insome mysterious way he drove or guided the furious iron horse; and whenshe saw him sitting at ease, conversing with the passengers, she was notsatisfied; she thought he was neglecting his duty.

  "I s'pose," mused she, finishing the final crumb of her sandwich,--"Is'pose there are two kinds of conductors in cars, same as in thunder.One is a _non_, and the other isn't. I'm afraid this man is a _non_; ifhe is, he will conduct us all to pieces."

  Still her fear was not very active; it did not prevent her having a goodtime. She saw that her father was comfortable, and this fact reassuredher somewhat. If they were going to meet with a dreadful accident,wouldn't he be likely to know it?

  She began to look about her for something diverting. At no greatdistance was a little baby in a blue cloak. Not a very attractive baby,but a great deal better than none.

  "Papa, there's more room on the seat by that lady's bandbox. Mayn't Iask to take care of her baby?"

  "Yes, dear, if she is willing."

  Dotty danced down the aisle, thinking as she went,--

  "My father lets me do every single thing. If we had mamma with us,_sometimes_ she'd say, No."

  The tired woman greeted Miss Dimple cordially. She was not only willing,but very well pleased to have the uneasy baby taken out of her arms.Dotty drew off her gloves, and laid the little one's head tenderlyagainst her cheek. Baby looked wonderingly into the bright eyes bendingabove him, reached up a chubby hand, caught Dotty's hat, and twitched ittowards the left ear.

  "Sweetest cherub!" said the fond mother, as if the child had done agood deed, "Take off your hat, little girl. I'll hang it in the rack."

  Dotty was glad to obey. But baby was just as well satisfied with his newfriend's hair as he had been with the hat. It was capable of beingpulled; and that is a quality which delights the heart of infancy. Dottybore the pain heroically, till she bethought herself of appearances;for, being among so many people, she did not wish to look like a gypsy.She smoothed back her tangled locks as well as she could, and triedevery art of fascination to attract the baby's attention to somethingelse.

  "You are a pretty little girl, and a nice little girl," said thegratified mother. "You have a wonderful faculty for 'tending babies.Now, do you think, darling, you could take care of him a few minutesalone, and let me try to get a nap? I am very tired, for I got up thismorning before sunrise, and had baking to do."

  "O, yes'm," replied Dotty, overflowing with good nature; "you can go tosleep just as well as not. Baby likes me--don't you, baby? And we'llplay pat-a-cake all so nice!"

  "It isn't every day I see such a handsome, obliging little dear,"remarked the oily-tongued woman, as she folded up a green and yellowplaid shawl, and put it on the arm of the seat for a pillow. "I shouldlike to know what your name is; and some time, perhaps, I can tell yourmother how kind you were to my baby."

  "My name is Alice Parlin," replied our enraptured heroine, "and I livein Portland. I'm going out West, where the Hoojers live. I--"

  Dotty stopped herself just in time to avoid "putting on airs."

  "H--m! I _thought_ I had seen you before. Well, your mother is proud ofyou; I know she is," remarked the new acquaintance, settling herself fora nap.

  Dotty looked at her as she lay curled in an ungraceful heap, with hereyes closed. It was a hard, disagreeable face. Dotty did not know why itwas unpleasing. She only compared it with the child's usual standard,and thought, "She is not so handsome as my mamma," and went on makinggreat eyes at the baby.

  She was not aware that the person she was obliging was Mrs. Lovejoy, anold neighbor of the Parlins, who had once been very angry with Susy,saying sarcastic words to her, which even now Susy could not recallwithout a quiver of pain.

  For some time Dotty danced the lumpish baby up and down, sustained inher tedious task by remembering the honeyed compliments its mother hadgiven her.

  "I should think they _would_ be proud of me at home; but nobody eversaid so before. O, dear, what a homely baby! Little bits of eyes, likehuckleberries. 'Twill have to wear a head-dress when it grows up, for ithasn't any hair. I'm glad it isn't my brother, for then I should have tohold him the whole time, and he weighs more'n I do."

  Dotty sighed heavily.

  "That woman's gone to sleep. She'll dream it's night, and p'rhaps shewon't wake up till we get to Boston. Hush-a-by, baby, your cradle isgreen! O, dear, my arms'll ache off."

  A boy approached with a basket of pop-corn and other refreshments.Dotty remembered that she had in her pocket the means to purchase verymany such luxuries. But how was she to find the way to her pocket? Babyrequired both hands, and undivided attention. Dotty looked at the boyimploringly. He snapped his fingers at her little charge, and passed on.She looked around for her father. He was at the other end of the car,talking politics with a group of gentlemen.

  "Please stop," said she, faintly, and the boy came to her elbow again."I want some of that pop-corn so much!" was the plaintive request. "Icould buy it if you'd hold this baby till I put my hand in my pocket."

  The youth laughed, but, for the sake of "making a trade," set down hisbasket and took the "infant terrible." There was an instant attack uponhis hair, which was so long and straggling as to prove an easy prey tothe enemy.

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  "Hurry, you!" said he to Dotty, with juvenile impatience. "I can't standany more of this nonsense."

  Dotty did hurry; but before she received the baby again he had been wellshaken, and his temper was aroused; he objected to being punished forsuch a harmless amusement as uprooting a little hair. There was onething certain: if his eyes were small, his lungs were large enough, andperfectly sound.

  Startled by his lusty cries, his mamma opened one of her eyes, butimmediately closed it again when she saw that Dotty was bending all thepowers of her mind to the effort of soothing "the cherub."

  "I do wish my dear mamma _was_ travelling with us," thought theperplexed little girl. "She wouldn't 'low me to hold this naughty,naughty baby forever 'n' ever! Because, you know, she never'd go off tothe other end of the car and talk pol'tics."

  The little girl chirruped, cooed, and sang; all in vain. She danced thebaby "up, up, up, and down, down, downy," till its blue cloak wastwisted like a shaving. Still it cried, and its unnatural mother refusedto hear.

  "I never'll hold another baby as long's I live. When ladies come to ourhouse, I'll look and see if they've brought one, and if they have I'llalways run up stairs and hide."

  As a last resort, she gave the little screamer some pop-corn. Why not?It refused to be comforted with other devices. How should she know thatit was unable to chew, and was in the habit of swallowing buttons,beads, and other small articles whole?

  Baby clutched at the puffy white kernels, and crowed. It knew now, forthe first time, what it had been crying for. There was a moment ofpeace, during which Master Freddie pushed a handful of corn as far asthe trap-door which opened into his throat. Then there was a struggle, agasp, a throwing up of the little hands; the trap-door had opened, butthe corn had not dropped through; there was not space enough. In otherwords, Freddy was choking.

  The young nurse was so frightened that she almost let the small suffererslip out of her arms. She screamed so shrilly that half a dozen peoplestarted from their seats to see what was the matter. Of course thesleepy woman was awake in a moment. All she said, as she took the childout of Dotty's arms, was this:--

  "You good-for-nothing, careless little
thing! Don't you know any betterthan to choke my baby?"

  As Dotty really supposed the little one's last hour had come, and sheherself had been its murderess, her distress and terror are not to betold. She paced the aisle, wringing her hands, while Mrs. Lovejoy puther finger down Freddie's throat and patted his back.

  In a very short time the mischief was undone; the child caught itsbreath, and blinked its little watery eyes, while its face faded fromdeep magenta to its usual color of dough.

  Dotty was immensely relieved.

  "Bess its 'ittle heart," cried Mrs. Lovejoy, pressing it close to hertravelling-cape, while several of the passengers looked on, quiteinterested in the scene. "Did the naughty, wicked girlie try to chokeits muzzer's precious baby? We'll w'ip her; so we will! She shan't comenear my lovey-dovey with her snarly hair."

  Mrs. Lovejoy's remarks pricked like a nosegay of thistles. They were notonly sharp in themselves, but they were uttered with such evidentdispleasure that every word stung.

  Dotty was creeping away with her head down, her "snarly hair" veilingher sorrowful eyes, when she remembered her hat, and meekly asked Mrs.Lovejoy to restore it.

  "Take it," was the ungracious reply, "and don't you ever offer to holdanother baby till you have a little common sense."

  Dotty walked away with her fingers in her mouth, more angry thangrieved, and conscious that all eyes were upon her.

  "I didn't mean to scold you, child," called the woman after her; "onlyyou might have killed my baby, and I think you're big enough to knowbetter."

  This last sentence, spoken more gently, was intended to heal all wounds;but it had no such effect. Dotty was sure everybody had heard it, andwas more ashamed than ever. She had never before met with any one so illbred as Mrs. Lovejoy. She supposed her own conduct had been almostcriminal, whereas Mrs. Lovejoy was really much more at fault thanherself. A woman who has no tenderness for a well-meaning little girl,no forgiveness for her thoughtless mistakes, can never be regarded as alady.

  Thus, for the second time that day, Dotty had met with misfortune.

  Her father knew nothing of what had occurred, and she had not much tosay when he offered a penny for her thoughts.

  "I oughtn't to have given that baby any corn," said she, briefly; "buthe didn't choke long."

  "Where are your gloves, child?"

  Dotty looked in her pocket, and shook her head.

  "You must have left them in the seat you were in. You'd better go afterthem, my daughter, and then come back and brush your hair."

  "O, papa, I'd rather go to Indiana with my hands naked. That womandoesn't like me."

  Mr. Parlin gave a glance at the wretched little face, and went for thegloves himself. They were not to be found, though Mrs. Lovejoy was verypolite indeed to assist in the search. They had probably fallen out ofthe window.

  "Don't take it to heart, my little Alice," said Mr. Parlin, who was verysorry to see so many shadows on his young daughter's face so early inthe day. "We'll buy a new pair in Boston. We will think of somethingpleasant. Let us see: when are you going to read your first letter?"

  "O, Susy said the very last thing before I got to Boston. You'll tell mewhen it's the very last thing? I'm so glad Susy wrote it! for now I canbe 'expecting it all the rest of the way."