"Now, Dotty—"
"You go right off, Jennie Vance, and carry it to my grandma this minute."
The tone of command irritated Jennie. She had not felt at all decided about keeping the money, but opposition gave her courage. Her temper and Dotty's were always meeting and striking fire.
"It isn't your grandma's pockets, Miss Parlin. If it was the last word I was to speak, it isn't your grandmother's pockets!"
"Jane Sidney Vance!"
"You needn't call me by my middle name, and stare so at me, Dotty Dimple. I was going to give you half!"
"What do I want of half, when it isn't yours to give?" said Dotty, gazing regretfully at the money, nevertheless. Three dollars! Why, it was a small fortune! If it only did really belong to Jenny!
"Your grandmother said everything we liked the looks of, Dotty. Don't you like the looks of this?"
"But you know, Jennie—"
"O, you needn't preach to me. You wasn't the one that found it. If I'd truly been a thief, or if I hadn't been a thief, it would have been right for me to keep it, and perfectly proper, and not said a word to you, either; so there."