I've hurt my back, I've done a mean thing, and I've got paid for it.

A nice missionary I am; I'd better begin at home, as Mammy told me to;" and Jill groaned again, remembering her mother's words.

"Now I've got another secret to keep all alone, for I'd be ashamed to tell the girls.

I guess I'll turn round and study my spelling; then no one will see my face." Jill looked the picture of a good, industrious child as she lay with her back to the large table, her book held so that nothing was to be seen but one cheek and a pair of lips moving busily.

Fortunately, it is difficult for little sinners to act a part, and, even if the face is hidden, something in the body seems to betray the internal remorse and shame.