"Yours; I found it in the rag-bag.

Something naughty came into me this morning, and made me want to keep it; but I'm ever so sorry, and never'll do it again.

Will you forgive me ?" Then grandma Parlin seated herself in a rocking-chair, took Jennie right into her lap, and talked to her a long while in the sweetest way.

Jennie curled her head into the good woman's neck, and sobbed out all her wretchedness.
"She knew she was real bad, and people didn't like to have her play with their little girls, and Dotty Dimple thought she was awful; but _was_ she the wickedest girl in this town ?" "No; O, no!" "Wasn't Dotty some bad, too ?" "Yes, Dotty often did wrong." Then Jenny wept afresh.
"She knew she _was_ worse than Dotty, though.

She wished,--O, dear, as true as she lived,--she wished she was dead and buried, and drowned in the Red Sea, and the grass over her grave, and shut up in jail, and everything else." Then Mrs.Parlin soothed her with kind words, but told the truth with every one.
"No 'm," Jennie said; "it wasn't right to take fruit-cake without leave, or tell wrong stories either; she wouldn't any more.