Doing all manner of wickednesses.
Dotty was appalled by the thought of one sin in particular.

She remembered that in repeating the Lord's prayer once, she had asked for "daily bread and butter." Her mother had reproved her for it, but she had done the same thing again and again.

By and by, when her mother positively forbade her to say "butter," she had said "bread and molasses;" "for, mamma," said she, "you know I don't like _bare_ bread." "I s'pose Miss Preston would say that was the awfulest wickedness of all, and I guess it was.

O, dear!" Well, if she ever got home she would be a better girl.

But it wasn't likely she ever should get home.
"Why, Jennie," said she, speaking now for the first time, "here we are; and when we stand still we don't move at all; we don't go home a bit, Jennie." "Of course not, Dotty Dimple; that's a very bright speech! I've thought the same thought my own self before ever you did!" Another silence, broken only by the pitter patter of the rain; for the thunder was growing less and less frequent.
"But we must go home some time," cried Jennie with energy.