There was a look in her face which made her little granddaughter think it would not be proper to ask any questions.
Mrs.Parlin met Jennie Vance coming in at the gate.
"O, dear," thought Dotty, "I don't want to see her.

Grandma says I've done right, but Jennie'll call me a tell-tale.

I'll go out in the barn and hide." The guilty secret had lain heavy at Jennie's heart all day.

As soon as her dress-maker could spare her, and a troublesome little cousin had left, she asked permission to go to Mrs.Parlin's.
"Dotty thinks I meant to keep it," she thought.

"I never did see such a girl.