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There was another matter which troubled grandma Parlin somewhat. Dotty
had gone to the store, after dinner, with two ten-cent pieces in her
porte-monnaie. She had bought for herself some jujube paste, but in
returning had lost the other dime.
"Grandma, do you think that is fair?" said Prudy. "She has lost my
money, but she doesn't care at all; only laughs. I was going to put it
with some more I had, and buy mother a collar."
"No, it is not right," replied grandma. "I will talk with her, and try
to make her willing to give you some of hers in return."
Ah, grandma Parlin, you little knew what you were undertaking when you
called Dotty Dimple into the back parlor next morning, and began to
talk about that money! Children's minds are strange things. They are
like bottles with very small necks; and when you pour in an idea, you
must pour very slowly, a drop at a time, or it all runs over. Dotty
did not know much more about money than Flyaway.
"My child," said her grandmother, "it seems you have lost something
which belonged to Prudy.
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