"Mrs. Parlin, do you hear?"
But Mrs. Parlin heard nothing, for the din of the egg-beating drowned
both the shrill little voices.
A sudden idea came to Jennie. Whose money was this? Mrs. Parlin's? No;
hadn't Mrs. Parlin looked over the rags once, and said the children
might have what was left? "'You are welcome to all the treasures you
can find;' that was what she said," repeated Jennie to herself. "I'm
the one that found this treasure,--not Dotty, not Flyaway. This is
honest, and I do not lie when I say it."
Jennie began to tremble, and a hot color flew into her cheeks, and
added new lustre to her black eyes. "If I could only make Flyaway
forget it," thought she, with a whirling sensation of anger towards
the innocent child, who knew no better than to proclaim aloud every
piece of news she heard. "I'll make her forget it." Jenny hastily
concealed the money in the neck of her dress.
"Where's that skipt? that skipt?" said Flyaway.
"Fly Clifford," said Jennie, severely, "you've climbed on the table!
Just think of it! Your grandmother doesn't allow you on her table.
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