"Jennie Vance, I'm going right out of this closet, and tell my grandma what you've said."
"Wait, Dotty Dimple; let me get through talking. I meant to buy things for your grandmother with it. O, yes, I did—a silk dress, and cap, and shoes."
Dotty twirled her hair, and looked thoughtful.
"Of course I did. Wouldn't it surprise her, when she wasn't expecting it? And Flyaway, too,—something for her. We wouldn't keep anything for ourselves, only just enough to buy clothes and such things as we really need."
Before Dotty had time to reply there was a loud scream from the parlor.
"Fly is killed—she is killed!" cried Dotty; but Jennie had presence of mind enough to tuck the bills into the neck of her dress.
"Don't you tell anybody a word about it, Dotty. If you tell I'll do something awful to you. Do you hear?"
Dotty heard, but did not answer. The fate of her cousin Flyaway seemed more important to her just then than all the bank-bills in the world.