She cast a hasty glance at her master, who was beginning to evince signs of attention, and cried promptly, "No, ma'am, it was not the dear boy, bless his flesh, it was I!" "You?
How could you be so careless?
and you knew how I prized them both.
Oh, Primmins!" Primmins began to sob.
"Don't tell fibs, nursey," said a small, shrill voice; and Master Sisty, coming out of the house as bold as brass, continued rapidly--"don't scold Primmins, mamma: it was I who pushed out the flower-pot." "Hush!" said nurse, more frightened than ever, and looking aghast towards my father, who had very deliberately taken off his hat, and was regarding the scene with serious eyes wide awake.

"Hush! And if he did break it, ma'am, it was quite an accident; he was standing so, and he never meant it.

Did you, Master Sisty?
Speak!" this in a whisper, "or Pa will be so angry." "Well," said my mother, "I suppose it was an accident; take care in future, my child.

You are sorry, I see, to have grieved me.

There's a kiss; don't fret." "No, mamma, you must not kiss me; I don't deserve it.