"
All this while Dotty did not waken. In the morning she was surprised
to see her little bedfellow looking so cheerful.
"I've told your grandmother all about it," said Jennie with a smile.
"I knew I did wrong, but I don't believe I should have meant to if you
hadn't acted so your _own_ self--now that's a fact."
"You haven't seen my grandmother," returned Dotty, not noticing the
last clause of her friend's remark. "You dreamed it."
"No, she came in here and forgave me. She's the best woman in this
world. What do you think she said about you, Dotty Dimple? She said
there were other little girls full as good as you are. There!"
"O!"
"Said you 'often did wrong,' that's _just_ what," added Jennie,
correcting herself, and making sure of the "white truth."
Step by step Dotty came down from the mountain-top, and, before
breakfast was ready, had led her visitor through the morning dew to
the playhouse under the trees, chatting all the way as if nothing had
happened.
It proved that the money belonged to Abner.
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