Eight
o'clock
Seems as if she could hear it crumple . If Dotty would only let me talk to her first ! '' But Dotty continued as unapproachable as the Pope of Rome . Eight o'clock came , and the two unhappy little girls went slowly up stairs to bed . Dotty , in her lofty pride , tried to make her little friend feel herself a sinner ; while Jennie , ready to hide herself in the potato-bin for shame , was , at the same time , very angry with the self-satisfied Miss Dimple . She was awed by her superior goodness , but did not love her any the better for it . Why should she ?