I don't know, I am sure.

It is as much as I can do to make up a conundrum, without finding out the answer." The children laughed at this, but none of them so loud as Flyaway, who thought her brother the wisest, wittiest, and noblest specimen of boyhood that ever lived.
"How our needles do fly!" said Dotty, merrily.
She was a neat and swift little seamstress, even superior to Prudy.
"See," said Flyaway to Horace; "I work faster 'n my mamma, 'cause she's got a big dress to work on: of course she can't sew so quick as I can on a little bag." "Prudy can sew better and faster than I can," said Dotty, with a sudden gush of humility.
"Why, Dotty Dimple, I don't think so," returned Prudy, quite surprised.
"Neither do I," said aunt Maria; "I am afraid our little Dotty is hardly sincere." Dotty's head drooped a little.

"I know it, auntie; I do sew the nicest; but I was afraid it wouldn't be polite if I told it just as it was, and Prudy so good to me, too." "If she is good, is that any reason why you should tell her a wrong story ?" remarked the plain-spoken Susy, giving a twitch to her tatting-thread.
"Children," said Mrs.Clifford, laughing, "do you remember those hideous green goggles I wore a year ago ?" "O, yes 'm," replied Grace; "they made your eyes stick out so! Why, you looked like a frog, ma', more than anything else." "Well, a certain lady of my acquaintance was so polite as to tell me my goggles were very becoming." "O, ma, who could it have been ?" "I prefer not to give you her name.

I appreciated her kind wish to please me, but I could not think her sincere." "O, Susy," said Grace, "if you could have seen those goggles! A little basket for each eye, made of green wire, like a fly cover! Ma, did you ever believe a word that lady said afterwards ?" "Flatterers are not generally to be trusted," replied Mrs.Clifford.
"Flyaway, that is the fourth needle you have lost." Here was another lesson for Dotty's memory-shelf.

"I must not say things that are not true, just to be polite.