I don't care how much you talk about our old Deacon, or our eating molasses.

That isn't anything! Grandma says its harder for rich children to be good, and I told her I was real glad I was half-poor." "You're stepping right in the mud," cried Jennie.
"And then Grandma said that it didn't make any difference any way about that, if I only loved God; but if I didn't love God, it did." "There," said Jennie, "I haven't heard half you've said; and I guess you've forgotten all about going strawberrying." "I almost know grandma won't be willing," replied Dotty; "we've got company, too; see those ladies in the window." "All the better," replied Jennie, cheerily.

"You go in and behave as beautifully as ever you can, and your grandma'll be so busy talking, she'll say yes before she thinks.

That's the way my mamma does.

Say 'Crossman's orchard,' remember, but don't tell which one." So Jennie staid outside while Dotty entered the parlor softly, and stood by her grandmother's chair, waiting the proper time to speak.
"Strawberrying, did you say ?" asked Mrs.Parlin, presently.
"Yes, grandma; the berries are just as thick." "O, just as fick!" repeated Katie, clapping her hands.
"In the Crossman orchard," added Dotty.
"Prosser Horcher," put in Katie, choking a little at the large words.
"May her, gamma ?" Now, Dotty knew, as her grandmother did not, that there were two orchards; and the one she meant was a mile and a half away.
"Yes, you may go, Alice; it is only a few steps; but put on an old dress, and don't stay late; you know you are hardly well since your sore throat." Dotty had not actually told a wrong story, but for almost the first time she had deceived, and she knew the sin was the same.