"Won't you ever say another word to me again about going to school, as long as you live?"
Rose hesitated, and looked at the thimble. "I don't like to promise that, Aunt Dolly."
"Then I don't like to give you the thimble," answered Dolly, snatching it from Rose's finger, and stuffing it into her own pocket. "Now go back to your work, miss."
"I would have given it to her, had I been you," said the good-natured Daffy (adding the only argument which she knew would tell on Dolly); "I really believe the child would do twice the work with that thimble on her finger."
"I didn't think of that," replied Dolly, "perhaps she would—Rose?"
Rose came back with traces of tears upon her face.
"Will you be a very, very good girl, and do every thing I tell you, always?"
Rose could not answer for sobbing.
"Give it to her," whispered the tortured Daffy, "you'll see how it will work."