"Yes," said Rose, courageously.
"Good girl—good girl" said Dolly; "shall have a medal, so it shall;" and cutting a large oval out of a bit of pasteboard, and passing a twine string through it, she hung it round her neck—"Good little Rosy-Posy—just like its conscientious mamma."
"I wish I were half as good as my mamma," said Rose, with a trembling voice.
"I suppose you think that Aunt Dolly is a great sinner!" said that lady.
"We are all great sinners, are we not?" answered Rose.
"All but little Rosy Posy;" sneered Dolly, "she is perfect, only needs a pair of wings to take her straight up to heaven."
"Many a true word is spoken in jest," muttered Daffy, as she waxed the end of a bit of sewing silk, behind the counter.