Why should she?
Dotty's goodness lacked "_Humility_, that low, sweet root, From which all heavenly virtues shoot." "Here, Miss Parlin," said Jennie, angrily, as she took off her dress; "here it is, right in my neck.

I should have gone and given it to your grandmother, ever so long ago, if you hadn't acted so!" Dotty pulled off her stockings.
"I 'spose you thought I was going to keep it.

Here, take your old money!" "You did mean to keep it, Jane Sidney Vance," retorted Dotty, as fierce as a thistle; and finished undressing at the top of her speed.
The money lay on the floor, and neither of the proud girls would pick it up.

Jennie, who always prayed at her mother's knee, forgot her prayer to-night, and climbed into bed without it.

But Dotty, feeling more than ever how much better she was than her little friend, knelt beside a chair, and prayed in a loud voice.