"You wicked girl! where did you get it?" asked Dimple, fiercely.
"Found it."
"You didn't. You've been stealing. You stole it from my box that I left on the porch yesterday. What were you going to do with it?"
"Make a frock for Floridy Alabamy."
"Why didn't you ask for something, instead of taking what didn't belong to you?"
Bubbles was silent.
"You told a story too, when you said you found it; you knew it was mine. Now you shall be punished."
"Don't send me to the orphan asylum," said Bubbles, beginning to cry.
"No, I promised mamma I wouldn't say that any more, but I shall do something. The idea of your doing such a thing. I really used to think you were nearly as nice as a white girl, Bubbles, but I never shall any more."
Bubbles cried harder than ever at this.