"Yes'm, I won't say any more, only I don't think my mother would like to have me play with little girls that take money out of rag-bags."
Dotty drew herself up again in a very stately way.
"Jennie said she was going to buy you a silk dress and so forth; but she does truly lie so, 'one to another,' that you can't believe her for certain, not half she says."
Grandma looked over her spectacles and through the window, as if trying to see what ought to be done.
"You can't believe her for certain.
"You did right to tell me this, my child," said she; "but I wish you to say nothing about it to any one else: will you remember?"
"Yes'm," replied Dotty, trying to read her grandmother's face, and feeling a little alarmed by its solemnity. "What you going to do, grandma? Not put Jennie in the lockup—are you? 'Cause if you do—O, don't you! She said 'twas her sharp eyes, and she didn't mean to steal, and 'twasn't your pockets, and she promised she'd give me half—yes, she truly did, grandma."
"Go, dear, and bring me my bonnet from the band-box in my bed-room closet."