The
memory of the "skipt" had indeed been driven away, and she could only
think,--
"Isn't Jennie so easy fretted! I wasn't doin' nuffin'; and then she
jumped me right down. Unpolite gell! that's one thing."
And Jennie was thinking, "She never'll remember the money now, or, if
she does, I don't believe Mrs. Parlin will pay any attention to what
she says." Jennie was still very much excited, and wondered why she
trembled so.
"I don't mean to keep it unless it's perfectly proper," thought she;
"I guess I know the eighth commandment fast enough. I shan't keep it
unless Dotty thinks best. I'll tell her, and see what she says."
Jennie had often pilfered little things from her mother's cupboard,
such as cake and raisins; but a piece of money of the most trifling
value she had never thought of taking before.
Leaving Flyaway busy with block houses, she ran to the nursery door,
and motioned with her finger for Dotty to come out.
"What is it?" said Dotty, when they were both shut into the china
closet; "don't you want my sister Prudy to know?"
Jennie replied, in a great flutter, "No, no, no.
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