Dot was fat, resolute, hasty, and devotedly unselfish. When Sam scalped her new doll, and fastened
the glossy black curls to a wigwam improvised with the curtains of the four-post bed in the best
bedroom, Dot was sorely tried. As her eyes passed from the crown-less doll on the floor to the floss-
silk ringlets hanging from the bed-furni-ture, her round rosy face grew rounder and rosier, and tears
burst from her eyes. But in a moment more
she clenched her little fists, forced back the tears, and gave vent to her favourite saying, "I don't
care."