"
"He oughtn't to bitted your arm, course, indeed not!"
"But, aunt Polly," faltered Dotty, whose efforts to forget the
ten-cent piece had proved worse than useless, "but it didn't do Isaac
any good to lose your money down a crack."
"No, it was sheer mischief."
"And if it doesn't do folks any good to lose things, you know, why,
what's the use--to--to--go and get his own money to pay it back
with?--Isaac I mean."
"What do you say, Dotty Parlin? You, a child that goes to Sabbath
school! Don't you know it is a sin to steal a pin? And if we lose or
injure other people's things, and don't make it up to them, we're as
good as thieves."
"As good?"
"As bad, then."
"But s'posin'--s'posin' folks lose things when they _don't_ toss 'em
up in the air, and don't mean to,--the wind, you know, or a kind of an
accident, Miss Polly,--"
"Well?"
"And s'posin' I didn't have any more money 'n I wanted myself, and
Prudy had the most--H'm--"
"Well?"
"Then it isn't as bad as thieves; now is it? She's got the most.
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