R goes first to rat." Innocent little Flyaway! She had long ago forgotten her pique against Jennie for being "so easy fretted," and jumping her down from the table.
Wretched little Jennie! The new blue and white frock, just finished by her dress-maker, covered a heart filled with mortification.

Dotty Dimple would not talk to her.

It seemed as if Dotty had climbed to the top of a high mountain, and was looking down, down upon her.
Dotty did feel very exalted to-day; but there was another reason why she would not talk with Jennie: she might have to confess that grandma knew about the money; and then what a scene there would be! So Dotty set her lips together, and sewed as if she was afraid somebody would freeze to death before she could finish her patchwork quilt.
Mrs.Clifford, who did not understand the cause of Dotty's lofty mood, took pity on Jennie, and tried to amuse her.

After a while, Dotty came softly along, and sat down close to her aunt Maria, ready to listen to the story of the "Pappoose," though she had heard it fifty times before.
She did not see Jennie alone for one moment.

Grandma Parlin did.
"Jennie," said she, taking her into the parlor to show her a new shell, "are you going with our little girls, to-morrow, to sell rags ?" "I don't know, ma'am, I'm sure," replied Jennie, looking hard at the sofa.