And I knew it quite early this morning.

And I didn't own up.' Oswald stood there covered with shame, and he could feel the hateful cricket ball heavy and cold against the top of his leg, through the pocket.
Albert's uncle said--and his voice made Oswald hot all over, but not with shame--he said-- I shall not tell you what he said.

It is no one's business but Oswald's; only I will own it made Oswald not quite so anxious to run away for a soldier as he had been before.
That owning up was the hardest thing I ever did.

They did put that in the Book of Golden Deeds, though it was not a kind or generous act, and did no good to anyone or anything except Oswald's own inside feelings.
I must say I think they might have let it alone.

Oswald would rather forget it.