Indiscretion

a deücato little giil, "I have biokon your chiuu vase." "Well, you are a nanghty, carelesa, treubleaomc tliing, alwaya jo mischief; go up stüii'8 till 1 pend for you." Antl tiiis was a Ohriutian inother's answer to the teaiful little culprit, who liad strugorled with md cunquered temptatiivn to tell a falsebood so as to screen the fault. With a disheaiít-nud look the chüd obeyod ; and at ibat noment was crushed a lier littlo heart, the sweet flovver oi tftttb, peihiips never íiKnin to be rovived. Oh, what woro u thousand vases in comparison?