"I don't know but Harriet was envious of Mrs. Gray's little boy, because he had nicer things to eat than she had."
"Well, it ought to have nicer things, mamma, 'cause it hadn't any teeth."
"And she got tired of running after him."
"No matter if she did get tired, mamma; the baby was tireder than she was!"
"And the parents think now it is very likely she was in the habit of striking him when nobody knew it."
"What a naughty, wicked, awful girl!" cried Dotty, her eyes flashing.
"She had a fiery temper, my child, and had never learned to control it."
Dotty looked at her feet in silence.
"The baby was afraid of his little nurse; but he could not speak to tell how he was abused; all he could do was to cry when he was left with Harriet. But one day Mrs. Gray was obliged to go away to see her sick mother. She charged Harriet to take good care of little Freddy, and give him some baked apples and milk if he was hungry."
"With bread in?" suggested Dotty.