"Well, there, how queer!" said Prudy, drawing a long breath. "If I was Harriet I'd rather have been hung. Was he all black?"
"Yes, solid black. But I s'pose she didn't want to choke to death any more'n you do."
"Dotty," said Prudy, with a meaning in her tone, "what do you suppose made mamma tell you that story?"
"I don't know."
Dotty looked deeply dejected.
"Little sister," continued Prudy, taking advantage of the child's softened mood, "don't you wish you didn't let yourself be so angry?"
"Yes, I do, so there!" was the quick and earnest reply.
Prudy was astonished. It was the first time this proud sister had ever acknowledged herself wrong.
"Then, Dotty, what if you try to be good, and see how 'twill seem?"
"Won't you tell anybody, Prudy?"