You do not like to wound my feelings, but I am sure you cannot wish to have your little granddaughter very intimate with a child who is sly and untruthful." "My dear lady," said grandma Parlin, taking Mrs.Vance's hand, and pressing it warmly; "since we are talking so freely together, and I know you are too generous to be offended, I will confess to you that if Jennie persists in concealing this money, I would prefer not to have Dotty play with her very much; at least while her mother is not here to have the care of her." It was hard for Mrs.Parlin to say this, and she added presently,-- "Please let Jennie spend the night at our house.

She may wish to talk with me; we will give her the opportunity." Mrs.Vance gladly consented.

She had observed that Jennie seemed unhappy, and was very anxious to see Dotty again.

She hoped she had gone to return the money of her own free will.
When Mrs.Parlin opened the nursery door at home, she found Jennie building block houses, to Flyaway's great delight, while at the other end of the room sat Dotty Dimple, resolutely sewing patchwork.
"O, grandma," spoke up Flyaway, "Jennie came to see me; she didn't come to see Dotty, 'cause Dotty don't want to talk.

There, now, Jennie, make a rat to put in the cupboard.