"Indeed, grandma, I don't mean ever to deceive or disobey again," said Dotty, with a great deal more than her usual humility.
"Ask your heavenly Father to help you keep that promise," said Mrs. Parlin, solemnly.
CHAPTER VIII.
WASHING THE PIG.
After her grandmother had left the room, Miss Dotty lay on the sofa for five minutes, thinking.
"Then it doesn't make any difference how much anybody cries, or how much they don't cry. If they are truly sorry, then they won't do it again; that's all."
Then she wondered if Jennie Vance had asked her step-mother's pardon. She thought she ought to talk to Jennie, and tell her how much happier she would feel if she would only try to be a good little girl.
"That child is growing naughty every day of her life," mused Miss Dimple, with a feeling of pity.
There was plenty of time to learn the morning's lesson by heart, for Dotty was obliged to keep very quiet all day. The thorn had been removed from her foot, but the healing must be a work of time; and more than that, her throat was quite sore.