I don't believe he took the knife, but I want to be sure," said Daisy, in great anxiety.
"Well, week after week went on and the matter was not cleared up.
The boys avoided Lewis, and he, poor fellow, was almost sick with the trouble he had brought upon himself.

He resolved never to tell another lie, and tried so hard that Miss Crane pitied and helped him, and really came at last to believe that he did not take the knife.

Two months after the peddler's first visit, he came again, and the first thing he said was, "'Well, ma'am, I found that knife after all.

It had slipped behind the lining of my valise, and fell out the other day when I was putting in a new stock of goods.

I thought I'd call and let you know, as you paid for it, and maybe would like it, so here it is.'" "The boys had all gathered round, and at these words they felt much ashamed, and begged Lewis' pardon so heartily that he could not refuse to give it.