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round the room, and the sight of
that sugar-basin, which she had for-
gotten, told the story.

‘Come here, Johnny; come to
me directly,’ she said, ‘and open
your hand. Open it now,’ she re-
peated, seeing that he clenched his
fist very tight, and got still redder in
the face.

Johnny threw the lumps into his
mother’s lap, and then buried his
head there, too, and sobbed as if his
little heart would break, crying out,

‘I so sorry! I so sorry?

‘And so am I, Johnny,’ said his
mother, gravely. ‘I never thought
my little boy would stead,’

May was downstairs now; and