Jennie is not a good child; but neither are you an angel.

There is more wickedness in your proud little heart than you will ever begin to find out.

And wait a minute.

Who teaches you all you know of right and wrong?
Is it your mother?
Suppose she had died, as did Jennie's mamma, when you were a toddling baby?
There, that's all; you do not hear a word I say; and if you did, you would not heed, O, self-righteous Dotty Dimple! Dotty ran up stairs to find her grandmother.
"Grandma," whispered she, though there was no one else in the room; "something dreadful has happened.

You've lost three dollars!" "What, dear ?" "O, you needn't look in your pocket.