our papa isn't going to heaven?" said Dotty. "God won't
let him in, because he's rich."

"I don't believe it," said Jennie quite unmoved.

"O, but God won't, for the Bible says so. He can't get in any more than
a camel can get into a needle; and you know a camel can't."

"But the needle can go into a camel," said Jennie, thoughtfully;
"perhaps that's what it means."

"O, no," whispered Dotty. "I know better'n that. I'm very sorry your
papa is rich."

"But he isn't so very rich," said Jennie, looking sober.

"You always said he was," said Dotty, with a little triumph.

"Well, he isn't rich enough for _that_! He's only rich a little
mite,--just a little teenty tonty mite," added Jennie, as she looked at
Dotty's earnest face, and saw the rare tear gathering on her eyelashes.

"But _my_ father isn't rich the least bit of a speck," said Dotty, with
a sudden joy. "Nobody ever said he was. Not so rich, at any rate,
Jennie, but you could put it through a needle. You could put it through
a needle just as easy."

Jennie felt very humble--a strange thing for her. This was a new way of
looking at things.

"Of course _he'll_ go to heaven, you know," said Dotty; "there's no
trouble about that."

"I s'pose he will," sighed Jennie, looking at her beautiful gold ring
with less pleasure than usual. She had been in the habit of twirling it
about her finger, and telling the little girls it was made of real
"carrot gold." But just at this moment she didn't care so much about
it; and it even seemed to her that Dotty's little hand looked very nice
and white without any rings. Perhaps people had not admired the glitter
of her forefinger so very much, after all. How did she know but they had
said, "Look at Judge Vance's little daughter. Isn't she ashamed to wear
that ring when it's a sign her father is rich, and can't go to heaven?"
The child began to wish there would come holes in her father's pockets
and let out the money; for she supposed he kept it all in his pockets,
of course.

"I shall tell my mother about it," mused she; "and I don't believe but
she'll laugh and say, 'That Dotty Dimple is a very queer child.'"

But just at this time little Katie began to peep into Jennie's pockets
for "candy-seeds" (that is, sugared spices), and to behave in many ways
so badly that Miss Prince said she must be taken home. So the girls led
her out between them; and that was the last Jennie thought of the camel.
But Dotty remembered it all