"
Here Dotty threw herself on the sofa, the picture of despair. Grandma
was perplexed. Had she been pouring ideas into Dotty's mind too fast?
What should she say next?
"My dear little girl, suppose Prudy should lose some of your
money--what then?"
"I shouldn't like it at all, grandma. Don't let her go to my box--will
you?"
"Selfish little girl!" said grandma, looking keenly at Dotty's
troubled face. "You would expect Prudy to return every cent, if she
were in your place."
"Because--because--grandma--"
"Yes; and when I explain your duty to you, you don't understand me.
You would understand if you were not so selfish!"
Dotty winced.
"Don't come to me again, and complain of Jennie Vance."
Dotty could not meet her grandmother's searching gaze: it seemed to
cut into her heart like a sharp blade.
"Am I as bad as Jennie Vance? Yes, just us bad; and grandma knows it.
But then," said she aloud, though very faintly, "Prudy needn't have
put it in my porte-monnaie; she might have known I'd lose it."
"Dotty, I am not going to say any more about it now.
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