Excerpt from Dotty Dimple Out West The hack ride did not last long. It was: like the preface to a story-book; and Dotty did not think much about it after she had come to the story, that is to say, to the cars. Her father found a pleasant seat on the shady side, hung the basket in a rack, opened a window; and very soon the iron horse, which fed on fire, rushed, snorting and shrieking, away from the depot. Dotty felt as if she had a pair of wings on her shoulders, or a pair of seven-league boots on her feet; at any rate, she was whirling through space without any will of her own. The trees nodded in a kindly way, and the grass in the fields seemed to say, as it waved, Good by, Dotty, dear! Good by! You'll have a splendid time out West! Out West! Out West! It was not at all like going to Willow. Brook. It seemed as if these Boston cars had a motion peculiar to themselves. It was a very small event just to take an after noon's ride to Grandpa Parlin's but when it came to whizzing out to Indiana, why, that was another affair! It wasn't every little girl who could be trusted so far with out her mother. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
