Here it is four o'clock.

Who knows but she's gone and spent that money, and my grandmother never'll know what's 'come of it ?" This possibility was very alarming.

"Jennie Vance doesn't seem to have any little whisper inside of _her_ heart, that ticks like a watch; but _I_ have.

_My_ conscience pricks; so I know that perhaps it's my duty to go and tell." Dotty drew herself up virtuously and looked in the glass.

There she seemed to see an angelic little girl, whose only wish was to do just right--a little girl as much purer than Jennie Vance, as a lily is purer than a very ugly toadstool.
Well, Miss Dotty, there is some truth in the picture.