Three dollars! Why, it
was a small fortune! If it only did really belong to Jenny!
"Your grandmother said everything we liked the looks of, Dotty. Don't
you like the looks of this?"
"But you know, Jennie--"
"O, you needn't preach to me. You wasn't the one that found it. If I'd
truly been a thief, or if I hadn't been a thief, it would have been
right for me to keep it, and perfectly proper, and not said a word to
you, either; so there."
"Jennie Vance, I'm going right out of this closet, and tell my grandma
what you've said."
"Wait, Dotty Dimple; let me get through talking. I meant to buy things
for your grandmother with it. O, yes, I did--a silk dress, and cap,
and shoes."
Dotty twirled her hair, and looked thoughtful.
"Of course I did. Wouldn't it surprise her, when she wasn't expecting
it? And Flyaway, too,--something for her. We wouldn't keep anything
for ourselves, only just enough to buy clothes and such things as we
really need."
Before Dotty had time to reply there was a loud scream from the
parlor.
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