went down town, and bort a grate big wax doll with open
and shet eyes, and a little cooking stove with pots and kittles, and a
wuck box, and lots uv pieces uv clorf to make doll cloes, and a
bu-te-ful gold ring, and a lockit with her pas hare in it, and a big box
full uv all kinds uv candy and nuts and razens and ornges and things,
and a little git-ar to play chunes on, and two little tubs and some
little iuns to wash her doll cloes with; then she bort a little
wheelbarrer, and put all the things in it, and started fur home. When
she was going a long, presently she herd sumbody cryin and jes a sobbin
himself most to deaf; and twas a poor little boy all barefooted and jes
as hungry as he could be; and he said his ma was sick, and his pa was
dead, and he had nine little sisters and seven little bruthers, and he
hadn't had a mouthful to eat in two weeks, and no place to sleep, nor
nuthin'. So Nettie went to a doctors house, and told him she would give
him the gold ring fur some fyssick fur the little boys muther; and the
doctor give her some castor-oil and parrygorick, and then she went on
tell they got to the house, and Nettie give her the fyssick, and some
candy to take the taste out of her mouth, and it done her lots uv good;
and she give all her nuts and candy to the poor little chillen. And she
went back to the man what sold her the things, and told him all about
it; and he took back all the little stoves and tubs and iuns and things
she had bort, and give her the money, and she carried it strait to the
poor woman, and told her to buy some bread and cloes for her chillen.
The poor woman thanked her very much, and Nettie told em good-by, and
started fur home."

Here Diddie stopped suddenly and said,

"Come here a little minute, Dumps; I want you to help me wind up this
tale." Then, after reading it aloud, she said, "You see, I've only got
six mo' lines of paper, an' I haven't got room to tell all that happened
to her, an' what become of her. How would you wind up, if you were me?"

"I b'lieve I'd say, she furgive her sisters, an' married the prince, an'
lived happy ever afterwards, like 'Cinderilla an' the Little Glass
Slipper.'"

"Oh, Dumps, you're such er little goose; that kind of endin' wouldn't
suit my story at all," said Diddie; "but I'll have to wind up somehow,
for all the little girls who read the book will want to know what become
of her, an' there's only six lines to wind up in; an' she's only a
little