While she was exchanging her pretty pink frock for one of dark calico, her conscience pricked so painfully that she almost wished to stay at home.
"Just as soon as we get out of the village," said Jennie, "I'm going barefoot; mother said I might." "How splendid your mother is!" sighed Dotty.

"Grandma's so particular! But any way I'm going without my stockings; I declare I will.

My throat's so far away from my feet, what hurt will it do ?" "Children, obey your parents," said the troublesome voice.
"Grandma isn't my parent," thought Dotty, tugging away at her boot-lacings.

They went out through the kitchen, to get Dotty's red and white picnic basket; but they crept like a pair of thieves, lest Ruthie, who was mixing waffles, should hear them, and take notice of Dotty's bare ankles.
Once out of the village, it did not take long for Miss Dimple to slip off her boots and tuck them in her pocket.
"O, how nice and cool!" murmured she, poking her little pink toes into the burning sand; till presently, a thorn, which appeared to be waiting for that very purpose, thrust its way deep into her foot.

She sat down in the middle of the road and screamed.