There's some thing wrong." Poor Mary still lingered.
"Indeed, Mrs.Smith," she sobbed--"I didn't do nothing wrong at Mrs.
Jackson's, but wear her clothes sometimes.

Once I just borrowed a breastpin of hers out of her drawer, to wear to a party; and she saw me with it on, and said I had stolen it.

But, I'd put my hand in the fire before I'd steal, Mrs.Smith! Indeed, indeed I would.

I was only going to wear it to the party; and I didn't think there was any great harm in that." "Of course there was harm in using other people's things without their consent," I replied, severely.

"And I don't wonder that Mrs.
Jackson accused you of stealing.