The water gurgled over the fallen statue, whose pretty, upraised hands were snapped at the wrist, and the wondering face crushed in.

There was a moment's silence.
"Don't you tell!" said Sarah at length; "nobody saw it fall, and they'll never think you did it.

You just seem surprised, and keep still about it." Gypsy flushed to her forehead.
"Why, Sarah Rowe! how can you say such a thing?
I wouldn't tell a lie for anything in this world!" "It wouldn't be a lie!" said Sarah, looking ashamed and provoked.

"You needn't say you didn't do it." "It would be a lie!" said Gypsy, decidedly.

"He'd ask if anybody knew,--I wouldn't be so mean, even if I knew he couldn't find out.