Sophie May

Dotty Dimple at Play Sophie May

Publisher Marketing: "THE BLIND-EYED CHILDREN." "You is goin' off, Dotty Dimpwil." "Yes, dear, and you must kiss me." "No, not now; you isn't gone yet. You's goin' nex' day after this day." Miss Dimple and Horace exchanged glances, for they had an important secret between them. "Dotty, does you want to hear me crow like Bantie? 'Cause," added Katie, with a pitying glance at her cousin, "'cause you can't bear me bimeby, when you didn't be to my house." "That will do, you blessed little Topknot," cried Horace, as the shrill crowing died on the air, and the pink bud of a mouth took its own shape again. "Now I just mean to tell you something nice, for you might as well know it and be happy a day longer: mother and you and I are going to Indianapolis to-morrow with Dotty-going in the cars." "O!" exclaimed the child, whirling about like a leaf in a breeze. "Going to 'Naplis, yidin' in the cars! O my shole!" "Yes, and you'll be good all day-won't you, darling, and not hide mamma's spools?" "Yes, I won't if I don't 'member. We for salt, salt, salt," sang Flyaway (meaning mi, fa, sol). Then she ran to the bureau, perched herself before it on an ottoman, and talked to herself in the glass. "Now you be good gell all day, Katie Clifford-not dishbey your mamma, not hide her freds o' spools, say fank you please. O my shole!" So Katie was made happy for twenty-four hours. Contributor Bio:  May, Sophie A New Jersey native and graduate of the Boston University School for the Arts, Gail McGaffigan now lives in coastal New England with her husband, son, daughter, and a greyhound who has 19 lives. She is currently at work on the next book in the Pansy Parlin Series.