Sallie opened her eyes, for she had been asleep, dreaming all this time, and there stood her mother in the doorway.
"Mother, do mothers forget how naughty their little girls were when they grow up?" asked Sallie.
"I think so," said her mother. "I hope you will be so good before you grow up that I shall forget how naughty you were this morning."
"Grandmother Great told me mothers did forget their little girls were naughty ever, after they grew up," said Sallie.
"You mean your grandmother told you; not Grandmother Great," said Sallie's mother. "You never saw Grandmother Great, dear."
"Well, she told me so just now," said Sallie, "and she said, too, that grandmother put her finger in the wheel of the wringing machine once, and that she cried because grandmother, who was her little girl then, cried, and was hurt."
"What is the child talking about?" said Sallie's mother.
"She has been asleep and dreamed it," said Sallie's grandmother, taking Sallie in her arms. "I showed her my forefinger where it was hurt when I was a little girl and told her she must look out for her forefinger or she might get it terribly hurt just as I did.
"Did you think the picture of Grandmother Great spoke to you?" she asked Sallie, holding her close in her arms.
"She did," said Sallie, "and she said mothers always cried when their little girls are naughty. Oh, mother dear, I don't want to make you cry, and I won't put my finger in anything again, truly I won't!" sobbed Sallie.