"A what?"
"A non, that catches lightning, you know; so I threw it away to save my life."
Grandma smiled.
"And now," continued Dotty, twirling her fingers, "can you—can you—forgive me, grandma?"
"Indeed I can and will, child, if you are truly sorry."
"There now, grandma," said Dotty, looking distressed, "you think I don't feel sorry because I don't cry. I can't cry as much as Prudy does, ever; and besides, I cried all my tears away last night."
Dotty rubbed her eyes vigorously as she spoke, but no "happy mist" came over them.
"Why, my dear little Alice," said grandmamma, "it is quite unnecessary for you to rub your eyes. Don't you know you can prove to me that you are sorry?"
"How, grandma?"
"Never do any of these naughty things again. That is the way I shall know that you really repent. Sometimes children think they are sorry, and make a great parade, but forget it next day, and repeat the offence."