"Dotty Dimple is the plague of Prudy's life, and yet she loves her dearly. Both are rare articles in juvenile literature, as real as Eva and Topsy of 'Uncle Tom' fame. Witty and wise, full of sport and study, sometimes mixing the two in a confusing way, they run bubbling through many volumes, and make everybody wish they could never grow up or change, they are so bright and cute."
[Illustration: LITTLE PRUDY'S CAPTAIN HORACE.]
"You wide-awake little boys, who make whistles of willow, and go fishing and training,--Horace is very much like you, I suppose. He is by no means perfect, but he is brave and kind, and scorns a lie, I hope you and he will shake hands and be friends."
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_Six Volumes. Illustrated. Comprising:_--
DOTTY DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S. DOTTY DIMPLE OUT WEST. DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME. DOTTY DIMPLE AT PLAY. DOTTY DIMPLE AT SCHOOL. DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY.
In a neat box. Price 75 cents per volume.
"'Please stop,' said Dotty faintly, and the boy came to her, elbowing. 'I want some of that pop-corn so much! I could 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 his basket and took the '_enfant terrible_.' There was an instant attack upon his hair, which was so long and straggling as to prove an easy prey to the enemy."
"Sophie May's excellent pen has perhaps never written anything more pleasing to children, especially little girls, than DOTTY DIMPLE. If the little reader who follows Dotty through these dozen chapters,--from her visit to her grandmother to the swing under the trees,--he or she will say: 'It has been a treat to read about Dotty Dimple, she's so cunning.'"--_Herald of Gospel Liberty_.
"Dotty's trip was jolly. In the cars where she saw so many people that she thought there'd be nobody left in any of the houses, she offers to hold somebody's baby, and when it begins to cry she stuffs pop-corn into its month, nearly choking it to death. Afterwards, in pulling a man's hair, she is horrified at seeing his wig come off, and gasps out 'O dear, dear, dear, I didn't know your hair was so tender.' Altogether, she is the cunningist chick that ever lived."--_Oxford Press_.