You can't say the least little thing but she takes it sober earnest, and says she'll tell her grandmother." Jennie stole round by the back door, and timidly asked for Miss Dimple.
"I'm sure I don't know where she is," answered Ruthie, with a pleasant smile; "nor Flyaway either.

I have been living in peace for half an hour." Ruthie made you think of lemon candy; she was sweet and tart too.
While Jennie, with the kind assistance of Prudy, was hunting for Dotty, Mrs.Parlin was in Judge Vance's parlor, talking with Jennie's step-mother.

Mrs.Vance was shocked to hear of her daughter's conduct, for she loved her and wished her to do right.
"My poor Jennie," said she; "from her little babyhood until she was six years old, there was no one to take care of her but a hired nurse, who neglected her sadly." "I know just what sort of training Jennie has had from Serena Pond," said Mrs.Parlin; "it was most unfortunate.

But you are so faithful with her, my dear Mrs.Vance, that I do believe she will outgrow all those early influences." "I keep hoping so," said Mrs.Vance, repressing a sigh; "I take it very kindly of you, Mrs.Parlin, that you should come to me with this affair.

I shall not allow Jennie to go to your house very often.