"Oh, Gracie,
why wasn't I made good like you?"
"Don't you remember the Bible verse we learned the other day?" queried
Grace. "'There is none good; no, not one.'"
"Then Grandpa Dinsmore isn't good himself, and ought to have more
patience with me," remarked Lulu. "But don't you fret about it, Gracie;
there's no need."
"You're always sorry when I'm in trouble, and I can't help feeling so
when you are," said Grace.
Violet was dressing for dinner, thinking sadly the while upon what she
had just learned from Grace.
"How it would trouble her father if he should hear it!" she said to
herself. "I hope grandpa will not consider it necessary to report her
conduct to him. Of course, according to his requirements she should tell
him herself, but I presume she will hardly have the courage to refrain
from making her behavior appear less reprehensible than it actually was."
She questioned with herself whether to speak to Lulu on the subject of
her misconduct, but decided not to do so at present, unless something
should occur to lead to it naturally.
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