I'll tell her, and see what she says." Jennie had often pilfered little things from her mother's cupboard, such as cake and raisins; but a piece of money of the most trifling value she had never thought of taking before.
Leaving Flyaway busy with block houses, she ran to the nursery door, and motioned with her finger for Dotty to come out.
"What is it ?" said Dotty, when they were both shut into the china closet; "don't you want my sister Prudy to know ?" Jennie replied, in a great flutter, "No, no, no.

You musn't tell a single soul, Dotty Dimple, as long as you live, and I'll give you half." "Half what ?" Jennie produced the money from her bosom, feeling, I am glad to say, very guilty.

"Out o' those saddle-bag pockets out there," added she, breathlessly; "true's the world." "Why, Jennie Vance!" "One had a raisin in and a button, and nobody but me would have thought of looking.

You wouldn't--now would you?
My father says I've got such sharp eyes!" "H'm!" said Dotty, who considered her own eyes as bright as any diamonds; "you took the saddle-bag right out of my hand.

How do you know I shouldn't have peeked in ?" Jennie did not reply, but smoothed out the wrinkled notes with many a loving pat.
"What did grandma say ?" asked Dotty; "wasn't she pleased ?" "Your grandmother doesn't know anything about it, Dotty Dimple; what business is it to her ?" Jennie's tone was defiant.