"
"Here, Miss Parlin," said Jennie, angrily, as she took off her dress;
"here it is, right in my neck. I should have gone and given it to your
grandmother, ever so long ago, if you hadn't acted so!"
Dotty pulled off her stockings.
"I 'spose you thought I was going to keep it. Here, take your old
money!"
"You did mean to keep it, Jane Sidney Vance," retorted Dotty, as
fierce as a thistle; and finished undressing at the top of her speed.
The money lay on the floor, and neither of the proud girls would pick
it up. Jennie, who always prayed at her mother's knee, forgot her
prayer to-night, and climbed into bed without it. But Dotty, feeling
more than ever how much better she was than her little friend, knelt
beside a chair, and prayed in a loud voice. First, she repeated the
"Lord's Prayer," then "Gentle Jesus, meek and mild," and "Now I lay
me down to sleep." She was not talking to her heavenly Father, but to
Jennie, and ended her petitions thus:--
"O God, forgive me if I have done anything naughty to-day; and please
forgive _Jennie Vance, the wickedest girl in this town_.
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