"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." Here Dotty threw herself on the sofa, the picture of despair.

Grandma was perplexed.