By this time, Lina’s face, which had been very pale, was flushing crimson.
“O, you naughty, horrid girl!” cried Dotty, so loud that some of the other children could not help hearing. “You dreadful girl! When they take you and put you in the lock-up, and swear you to the jury, and the mayor says, ‘It wasn’t your screw-up pencil; little girl, what did you take it for?’ then what’ll you do, Lina Rosenbug? O, then I guess you’ll be sorry!”
“Now, Dotty Dimple, do hush! Don’t you see the girls are hearing?”
“Well, they ought to hear, for it’s the sober, honest truth, as ever was in all this world, Lina Rosenbug!”
CHAPTER VI.
DOTTY AND LINA.
When Dotty reached home her eyes were blazing. A few tears would have quenched their fire, but she had not the “gift of tears.” She ran all over the house to find her mother, and tell the story of the screw-up pencil; but Mrs. Parlin had gone out, and did not return till tea was ready. By that time Dotty was calmer, and her father only observed that her cheeks were unusually red.
“Well, chickie, how have things gone with you to-day? You have not had very good lessons, I fancy.”