d not receive her
due allowance of milk. Perhaps it was a good lesson for the doctor's
wife; for she ceased to gossip about the Parlins, and even took the
pains to correct the wrong story with regard to the pearl breastpin.

After this Dotty and Katie carried the milk as usual; only they never
stopped under the acorn tree any more to play "King and Queen." Not
that Dotty felt much shame. She held herself in high esteem. She knew
she had done wrong, but thought that by telling the truth so nobly she
had atoned for all.

"I am almost as good as the little girls in the Sunday school books,"
said she; "now there's Jennie Vance--I'm afraid she fibs."

Jennie called one day to ask Dotty and Flyaway to go to school with her.

"Jennie," said Miss Dimple, gravely, as they were walking with Katie
between them, "do they ever read the Bible to you?"

"Yes; why?"

"O, nothing; only you don't act as if you know anything about it."

"I guess my mother is one of the first ladies in this town, Miss Dimple,
and she's told me the story of Joseph's coat till I know it by heart."

"Well," said Dotty, looking very solemn, "it hasn't done you any good,
Jennie Vance. Now, I learn verses every Sunday, and one is this: 'Lie
not one to another.' What think of that?"

Jennie's black eyes snapped. "I heard that before ever you did."

"Lie not one to another," repeated Dotty, slowly. "Now, I'm _one_,
Jennie, and you're _another_; and isn't it wicked when we tell the
leastest speck of a fib?"

"Of course 'tis," was the prompt reply; "but I don't tell 'em."

"O, Jennie, who told your step-mother that Charlie Gray was tied up in a
meal-bag? I'm afraid," said Dotty, laying her hand solemnly on little
Katie's head as if it had been a pulpit-cushion, and she a minister
preaching,--"I'm afraid, Jennie, _you_ lie one to another."

"One to anudder," echoed Katie, breaking away and running after a toad.
Jennie knitted her brows. "It doesn't look very well for such a small
child as you are to preach to me, Dot Parlin!"

"But _I_ always tell the white truth myself, Jennie, because God hears
me. Do _you_ think much about God?"

"No, I don't know as I do; nobody does, He's so far off," said Jennie,
stooping to pluck an innocent flower.

"Why, Jennie, He isn't far off at all! He's everywhere, and here too. He
holds this world, and all the people, right in His arms; right in His
arms, just as if 'twas nothing but a baby."

Dotty's tones were low