"She knew she was real bad, and people didn't like to have her play
with their little girls, and Dotty Dimple thought she was awful; but
_was_ she the wickedest girl in this town?"
"No; O, no!"
"Wasn't Dotty some bad, too?"
"Yes, Dotty often did wrong."
Then Jenny wept afresh.
"She knew she _was_ worse than Dotty, though. She wished,--O, dear, as
true as she lived,--she wished she was dead and buried, and drowned in
the Red Sea, and the grass over her grave, and shut up in jail, and
everything else."
Then Mrs. Parlin soothed her with kind words, but told the truth with
every one.
"No 'm," Jennie said; "it wasn't right to take fruit-cake without
leave, or tell wrong stories either; she wouldn't any more. Yes'm, she
would try to be good--she never had tried much.--Yes 'm, she would ask
God to help her. Should you suppose He would do it?
"Yes 'm, she would ask Him not to let her have much temptation. She
did believe she would rather be a good girl--a real good girl, like
Prudy, _not like Dotty_!--than to have a velvet dress with spangles
all over it.
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