If she hadn't told me not to so hard, I _persume_ I shouldn't.

What made her speak up, and get me started?
"O, did you ever see such a beautiful string of beads?
One, two, three,--I guess there are a thousand." Dotty threw the necklace over her head, and the air became as fragrant as a garden of spices.
"I don't mean to meddle with other peoples' things any more; mother has taught me better.

But there's one thought keeps coming into my mind: Isn't it wicked to have so much jewelry?
The 'postles didn't wear any, nor Job didn't wear any, nor Moses.
"Well, nor auntie don't, either.

Nothing but a watch and wedding-ring.
Horace says that's so queer.
"Now, what's the use of it, just to lock up away from the _morths_?
I don't believe auntie knows how many rings there were in that casket!" This was a new idea.

Dotty's eyes began to sparkle.