"'Cause I put 'em in my _mouf_, I did." Mrs.Parlin washed the little pilferer's face and hands, took her in her lap, and tried to feel her way through the cotton wool to the tiny conscience.
The child looked up and listened to all the good words, and when they had been spoken over and over, this was what she said:-- "O, gamma, you's got such pitty little wrinkles!".