! 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."

"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.

CHAPTER VII.

THE WICKED GIRL.

Flyaway had only been climbing the outside of the staircase, and would
have done very well, if some one had not rung the door-bell, and
startled her so that she fell from the very top stair to the floor. It
was feared, at first, that several bones were broken and her intellect
injured for life; but after crying fifteen minutes, she seemed to feel
nearly as well as before.

"If ever a child was made of thistle-down it is Flyaway Clifford,"
said aunt Louise.

Still it was not thought best for her to fatigue herself that day by
selling rags, and the wheelbarrow enterprise was put off until the
next morning.

The person who rang the door-bell was Mrs. Vance's girl Susan, who
called for Jennie to go home and try on a frock. Jennie did not
return, and Dotty had a sense of uneasiness all day. The guilty secret
of the three dollars weighed upon her mind. Should she, or should she
not, tell her grandmother?

"I don't know but Jennie would do something to my things if I told,"
thought she; "but then I never promised a word.