It was one of the days whpn little Katie seemed to be possessed by a spirit of mischief, and before the afteruoon was over she had tired herself aud exhausted her inother's pat'ence At, last Bhe did somethiug so naughty that lier xuother said: "There, Katie, I shall haveto punish y ou for that. " The child looked at her for a moment in silence, and then, without waruing, buist iuto tempestuous weepiug. Just at this crisis her father came iuto the room. "VVhy, little one, what is this?" he asked. "What are you crying for?" Katie though for a moment, and then. reruenibering that the marmer of hei punirahmeut had not been aunowiced, Bhe answered amid her sobs : "I don't kuow, papa. Mamma hasn't told rae yet. '