CHAPTER XVIII.
"Don't you think you are a l-i-t-t-le hard on Rose?" asked Daffy, as Dolly reseated herself behind the counter, after her nap.
"Hard on her? to feed her, and clothe her, and keep her out of the alms-house," said Dolly. "Dreadful hard, that is."
"But you know you speak pretty sharp to her, and she does try to do right, Dolly."
"So she ought," said Dolly, tartly.
"Yes—but you know some children would get clean discouraged, if they were never praised."
"Let her get discouraged, then, I don't care, so long as she does what I tell her."
"I am afraid it will spoil her temper, by and by, and make it hard for you to get along with her."