Whose money was this?
Mrs.Parlin's?
No; hadn't Mrs.Parlin looked over the rags once, and said the children might have what was left?
"'You are welcome to all the treasures you can find;' that was what she said," repeated Jennie to herself.

"I'm the one that found this treasure,--not Dotty, not Flyaway.

This is honest, and I do not lie when I say it." Jennie began to tremble, and a hot color flew into her cheeks, and added new lustre to her black eyes.

"If I could only make Flyaway forget it," thought she, with a whirling sensation of anger towards the innocent child, who knew no better than to proclaim aloud every piece of news she heard.

"I'll make her forget it." Jenny hastily concealed the money in the neck of her dress.
"Where's that skipt?
that skipt ?" said Flyaway.
"Fly Clifford," said Jennie, severely, "you've climbed on the table! Just think of it! Your grandmother doesn't allow you on her table.
What made you get up here." "'Cause," replied Flyaway, seizing the kitty by the tail, and thrusting her into a cabbage-net, "'cause I fought best." "But you must get right down, this minute." "No," said Flyaway, shaking her head-dress of white fringe with great solemnity; "I isn't goin' to get down." "Ah, but you must." Flyaway opened and shut her eyes slowly, in token of deep displeasure.
"I don't never 'low little girls to scold to me," said she.