Jennie is not a
good child; but neither are you an angel. There is more wickedness in
your proud little heart than you will ever begin to find out. And wait
a minute. Who teaches you all you know of right and wrong? Is it your
mother? Suppose she had died, as did Jennie's mamma, when you were a
toddling baby?
There, that's all; you do not hear a word I say; and if you did, you
would not heed, O, self-righteous Dotty Dimple!
Dotty ran up stairs to find her grandmother.
"Grandma," whispered she, though there was no one else in the room;
"something dreadful has happened. You've lost three dollars!"
"What, dear?"
"O, you needn't look in your pocket. Jennie found 'em in the rag-bag,
and tried to make me take half; but of course I never; and now she's
run off with 'em!"
"Found three dollars in the rag-bag? I guess not."
"Yes, grandma; for I saw her just as she was going to find em', in a
pair of pockets. I should have seen 'em myself if she hadn't looked
first."
"Indeed! Is this really so? But she ought to have come and given them
to me.
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