"Has a child any right to go where good people are worshipping God, and behave so badly as to disturb them?" "No, mamma." Patty was crying again, and almost thought the barn _would_ be the best place for her to live in. Even her "live dollar" could not console her when her mother spoke in such a tone as that. "I'll never make any more _disturbment_, mamma," said she, in a broken-hearted tone. "I hope you'll remember it," said Mrs. Lyman, taking the child's two hands in hers, and pressing them earnestly. Patty was afraid she was about to deprive her of the precious dollar; but Mrs. Lyman did not do it; she thought Patty would remember without such a hard punishment as that. CHAPTER VII. THE SILK POCKET. When Mrs. Lyman heard what a fright the children had had at Dr. Hilton's she was much displeased, and forbade Siller Noonin ever to talk to them again about witches. Siller confessed she had done wrong, and "hoped Mrs. Lyman wouldn't lay it up against her." Patty said,-- "Poh, she couldn't scare ME! I flied on a broomstick my own self, and I tumbled off. '_Course_ Mrs. Knowles can't do it; big folks like her!" At the same time Patty did not like to see Mrs. Knowles come to the house. It wasn't likely she had ever "flied on a broomstick;" but when Mrs. Lyman walked out with the good woman, as she sometimes did, Patty was uneasy till she got home again. Nobody suspected the little girl of such foolishness, and she never told of it till years after, when she was a tall young lady, and did not mind being laughed at for her childish ideas. But perhaps you would like to know what became of her live dollar. She did not know what to do with so much money, and talked about it first to one and then to another. "Moses," said she, "which would you ravver do, have me have a hundred cents, and you have ninety-nine cents, or me have ninety-nine cents, and you have a hundred?" Moses appeared to think hard for a moment, and then said,-- "Well, I guess I'd rather _you'd_ have the hundred." "O, would you?" cried Patty, kissing him gratefully. "Yes," said Moses; "for if I had the most, you'd be teasing me for the odd cent." The dollar burnt Patty's fingers. Some days she thought she would give it to the heathen, and other days she wondered if it would be wrong to spend it for candy. Sometimes she meant to buy a pair of silver shoe-buckles for her darling Moses, and then again a vandyke for her darling Mary. In short, she could not decide what to do with such a vast sum of money. One day there came to the house a beggar girl, a little image of dirt and rags. She told a pitiful story about a dead mother and a drunken father, and nobody could know that it was quite untrue, and her mother was alive, and waiting for her two miles away. Patty was so much interested in the little girl's story, that she almost wanted to give her the silver dollar on the spot, but not quite. She ran into the bedroom to ask her mother what it was best to do.