If I'd truly been a thief, or if I hadn't been a thief, it would have been right for me to keep it, and perfectly proper, and not said a word to you, either; so there." "Jennie Vance, I'm going right out of this closet, and tell my grandma what you've said." "Wait, Dotty Dimple; let me get through talking.

I meant to buy things for your grandmother with it.

O, yes, I did--a silk dress, and cap, and shoes." Dotty twirled her hair, and looked thoughtful.
"Of course I did.

Wouldn't it surprise her, when she wasn't expecting it?
And Flyaway, too,--something for her.

We wouldn't keep anything for ourselves, only just enough to buy clothes and such things as we really need." Before Dotty had time to reply there was a loud scream from the parlor.
"Fly is killed--she is killed!" cried Dotty; but Jennie had presence of mind enough to tuck the bills into the neck of her dress.
"Don't you tell anybody a word about it, Dotty.