Are you sure he will punish you ?" "Yes, ma'am," groaned Ann.

"He'll whip me almost to death if I don't bring home half a dollar." "You can tell him you fell down and broke the candy," suggested the lady.
"He won't believe me; he'll say I sold the candy and spent the money.
O, dear me." "You can show him the pieces." "Boo, hoo, hoo! Then he'll say I broke it on purpose, because I was too lazy to sell it; and then he'll kill me--I know he will." "I will go and see him, and tell him about the accident.

Where do you live ?" "Down North Square.

He ain't to home now," replied Ann, who was not quite prepared for this method of treating the subject.
"Poor child! I pity you," sighed the lady.
"O, dear me!" cried Ann, exerting herself to the utmost to deepen the impression she had made.
"How much do you want to make up the value of your candy ?" "Half a dollar." "There it is, poor child! If it will save you from abuse, you are welcome to it." "Thank you, ma'am.

It may save my life," replied Ann, as she took the half dollar and put it in her pocket.
"What an awful liar she is!" said Katy to herself, as the lady hurried on, probably much pleased with herself as she thought of the kind act she supposed she had done.
Katy was curious to know what her unworthy assistant would do next, and she followed her down Hanover Street, and saw her stop before the American House.