"Well then, dear, why don't you wish to go home any more?" asked her friend soberly.
"They—they don't want me. They—they ain't going to want me at all."
"Who says so?"
"I—I know they don't. Why, Janice Day! they've asked God for another little girl—a baby girl—to come and stay with them. Mrs. Scattergood says so. That's what she meant by saying my nose was going to be put out of joint. She told me so. I asked her," confessed Lottie.
"Oh, my dear!" sighed Janice.
It was difficult to seek to relieve Lottie's mind regarding the wonderful thing that was coming to pass in the Drugg household, without saying what might be unkind, but true, about Mrs. Scattergood. Just at this moment Janice felt that she could have shaken the acid-tempered old woman with the greatest satisfaction!
"Did you ask Papa Drugg or Mamma 'Rill about it?" Janice queried of the little girl.
"Oh, no."
"Then how do you know they don't want you any more?"
"Why—of course they don't. Or they wu—wu—wouldn't ask for another little girl," sobbed Lottie.