"I guess you have molasses gingerbread, if your father _is_ the judge!" Dotty was very much wounded.

This was not the first time her little friend had referred to her own superior wealth.

"Dear, dear! Wasn't it bad enough to have to wear Prudy's old clothes, when Jennie had new ones and no big sister?
She's always telling hints about people's being poor! Why, my papa isn't _much_ poor, only he don't buy me gold rings and silk dresses, and my mamma wouldn't let me wear 'em if he did; so there!" By the time they reached the school-house, Dotty was almost too angry to speak.

They took their seats with Katie between them (when she was not under their feet or in their laps), and looked over in the Testament.
The large scholars "up in the back seats," and in fact all but the very small ones, were in the habit of reading aloud two verses each.

This morning it was the nineteenth chapter of Matthew, and Dotty paid little heed till her ear was caught by these words, read quite slowly and clearly by Abby Grant:-- "Then said Jesus unto his disciples, Verily I say unto you, that a rich man shall hardly enter the kingdom of heaven.
"And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." Dolly's heart gave a great bound.