"And he was sorry for it, mother, just as Siller thought he'd be; and so he wanted to give her something to make up, I suppose; but should you have thought he'd have given her that dollar?"
Mrs. Lyman was grieved to learn that Patty had been so restless and so irreverent, and called her into the bedroom to talk with her about it.
"My little girl is old enough to begin to think," said she.
"Yes, mother," said Patty, laying the silver dollar against her cheek, "I do think."
"But, Patience, you knew the people had met in that school-house to talk about God; you should have listened to what they were saying."
"But, mamma, the words were too big; I can't understand such big words."
"Well, then, my daughter, you certainly could have sat still, and let other people listen."
Patty hung her head.
"Has a child any right to go where good people are worshipping God, and behave so badly as to disturb them?"
"No, mamma."