Dotty looked up quite bravely. This dreadful little girl was worse than she had ever been! O, yes!
Mrs. Parlin shook her head.
"No, I am afraid not, dear. Only, when she allowed anger to stay in her heart, it made her feel blind and dizzy. Perhaps she was crazy for the time."
Dotty hung her head again. She remembered how blind and dizzy she herself had felt while screaming at Norah that morning.
"This little girl had no mother to warn her against indulging her temper. When she had the feeling of hate swelling at her heart, nobody told her what it was like. You know what it is like, Dotty?"
Dotty's chin drooped, and rested in the hollow of her neck.
"I don't want to tell you, mamma."
"Like murder, my child."
Dotty shuddered, though she had known this before. Her mother had often read to her from the Bible, that "whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer."