"
Dotty looked up carelessly from the picture of a rose she held in her
hand, which she meant to adorn with yellow paint.
"O, yes 'm; you mean that money."
"There are several things you don't know, Dotty; and one is, that you
have no right to lose other people's things."
"No 'm."
"The money you dropped out of your porte-monnaie, yesterday, was
Prudy's, not yours; and what are you going to do about it?"
"Let me see; my mother'll come to-morrow; I'll ask her to give me some
more."
"But is that right? Dotty lost the money; must not Dotty be the one to
give it back?"
"O, grandma, I can't find it! The wind blew it away, or a horse
stepped on it. I can't find it, certainly."
"No; but you have money of your own. You can give some of that to
Prudy."
"Why-ee!" moaned Dotty. "Prudy's got ever so much. O, grandma, she
has; and my box is so empty it can't but just jingle."
"But, my dear, that has nothing to do with the case. If Prudy has a
great deal of money, you have no right to lose any of it. Don't you
think you ought to give it back?"
"O, no, grandma--I don't; because she doesn't need it! I wish she'd
give _me_ ten cents, for I do need it; I haven't but a tinty, tonty
mite.
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