I wouldn't have thought that of auntie." Dotty turned away; but the words followed her across the room like the eyes of a portrait.
"'God resisteth the proud.' Well, who said I was proud?
People are so queer! Always think it's me wants the best things.

'Giveth grace to the humble.' There, I s'pose that means Prudy.

She's just as humble! Never wants to take the best parts when we play.

O, no; Prudy's humble?
Prudy's a _hero-ess_!'" But scold as she might, those burning red words were looking right down into Dotty's soul.

Though she shut her eyes, there they were still.
"'God resisteth the proud.' Am I proud ?--Yes.