ery kindly of you, Mrs. Parlin, that you should come to me with this
affair. I shall not allow Jennie to go to your house very often. You
do not like to wound my feelings, but I am sure you cannot wish to
have your little granddaughter very intimate with a child who is sly
and untruthful."

"My dear lady," said grandma Parlin, taking Mrs. Vance's hand, and
pressing it warmly; "since we are talking so freely together, and I
know you are too generous to be offended, I will confess to you that
if Jennie persists in concealing this money, I would prefer not to
have Dotty play with her very much; at least while her mother is not
here to have the care of her." It was hard for Mrs. Parlin to say
this, and she added presently,--

"Please let Jennie spend the night at our house. She may wish to talk
with me; we will give her the opportunity."

Mrs. Vance gladly consented. She had observed that Jennie seemed
unhappy, and was very anxious to see Dotty again. She hoped she had
gone to return the money of her own free will.

When Mrs. Parlin opened the nursery door at home, she found Jennie
building block houses, to Flyaway's great delight, while at the other
end of the room sat Dotty Dimple, resolutely sewing patchwork.

"O, grandma," spoke up Flyaway, "Jennie came to see me; she didn't
come to see Dotty, 'cause Dotty don't want to talk. There, now,
Jennie, make a rat to put in the cupboard. R goes first to rat."

Innocent little Flyaway! She had long ago forgotten her pique against
Jennie for being "so easy fretted," and jumping her down from the
table.

Wretched little Jennie! The new blue and white frock, just finished by
her dress-maker, covered a heart filled with mortification. Dotty
Dimple would not talk to her. It seemed as if Dotty had climbed to the
top of a high mountain, and was looking down, down upon her.

Dotty did feel very exalted to-day; but there was another reason why
she would not talk with Jennie: she might have to confess that grandma
knew about the money; and then what a scene there would be! So Dotty
set her lips together, and sewed as if she was afraid somebody would
freeze to death before she could finish her patchwork quilt.

Mrs. Clifford, who did not understand the cause of Dotty's lofty mood,
took pity on Jennie, and tried to amuse her. After a while, Dotty came
softly along, and sat down close to her aunt Maria, ready to listen to
the story of the "Pappoose," though she had heard it fifty t