"Oh, oh! what have I done! what a wicked, wicked girl I am! what will mamma say!" And she burst into an agony of grief and remorse.
"You didn't do it, nor I either," said Meta; stooping to gather up the fragments, "the doll kicked it off.

There, Vi, don't cry so; I'll put the things all back just as they were, and never, never touch one of them again." "But you can't; because this one's broken.

Oh dear, oh dear! I wish you had let them alone, Meta.

I wish, I wish I'd been a good girl and obeyed mamma!" "Never mind: if she goes to whip you, I'll tell her it was 'most all my fault.

But she needn't know: it won't be a story to put them back and say nothing about it.