"
"Go, dear, and bring me my bonnet from the band-box in my bed-room
closet."
Then Mrs. Parlin folded the sheet she was making, put on her best
shawl and bonnet, and kid gloves, and taking her sun umbrella, set out
for a walk. There was a look in her face which made her little
granddaughter think it would not be proper to ask any questions.
Mrs. Parlin met Jennie Vance coming in at the gate.
"O, dear," thought Dotty, "I don't want to see her. Grandma says I've
done right, but Jennie'll call me a tell-tale. I'll go out in the barn
and hide."
The guilty secret had lain heavy at Jennie's heart all day. As soon as
her dress-maker could spare her, and a troublesome little cousin had
left, she asked permission to go to Mrs. Parlin's.
"Dotty thinks I meant to keep it," she thought. "I never did see such
a girl. You can't say the least little thing but she takes it sober
earnest, and says she'll tell her grandmother."
Jennie stole round by the back door, and timidly asked for Miss
Dimple.
"I'm sure I don't know where she is," answered Ruthie, with a pleasant
smile; "nor Flyaway either.
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