"
Then the little Pharisee got into bed.
CHAPTER VIII.
"WHEELBARROWING."
"The wickedest girl in this town!" Jennie's eyes flashed in the dark
like a couple of fireflies. At first she was too angry to speak; and
when words did come, they were too weak. She wanted words that were so
strong, and bitter, and fierce, that they would make Dotty quail. But
all she could say was,--
"O, dreadful good you are, Miss Parlin! Good's the minister! Ah! guess
I'll get out and sleep on the floor!"
Dotty made no reply, but rolled over to the front of the bed, and
Jennie pushed herself to the back of it. There the little creatures
lay in silence, each on an edge of the bedstead, and a whole mattress
between. Sleep did not come at once.
"She's left that money on the floor," thought Dotty; "what if a mouse
should creep down the chimney, and gnaw it all up? But she must take
care of it herself. _I_ shan't!"
And Jennie thought, wrathfully, "Dotty says such long prayers she
can't stop to pick up that scrip! If she expects me to get out of bed,
she's made a mistake; I won't touch her old money.
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