CHAPTER VII.
A DAY ON THE SOFA.
When Dotty Dimple awoke that morning, she was very much astonished to see the sun so high.
"The sky looks very clean," said she, "and I should think it might after such a washing." She did not know it, but for some reason the pure blue of the heavens made her feel dissatisfied with herself.

Since she had slept upon it, her last night's conduct seemed worse to her than ever.

All this while her grandmamma's forgiveness had not been asked.

Must it be asked?
Dotty hung her proud head for shame.

Then she offered her morning prayer, and promised God that henceforth she would try to be good.
"If Jennie Vance only stays away," added she, meekly.
The fact was, Dotty was losing faith in herself.