So you must go and leave me." "I won't till you tell me what it was all about.

What did you do?
or was it something you didn't do ?" "I don't want to tell you, 'cause you wouldn't ever do such a wicked thing, and you--you'd despise me if you knew I'd done it," sobbed Gracie.
"No, I wouldn't.

You are better than I am.

Papa said I was worse than you and Max both put together.

So you needn't mind my knowing." "I meddled and broke mamma's pretty bottle that her dead father gave her; but she didn't scold me for that; not a bit; but--but 'cause I tried to put the blame on puss, and--and said I--I never touched her things when she wasn't here." "O Gracie, that _was_ wicked! to say what wasn't true! I think papa would have whipped you, for I've heard him say if there was anything he would punish severely in one of his children, it was falsehood.