The Broken Vase. ae

 

side and then the other to see how she looked;
presently she rested her elbow on the marble
slab, and bent over to get a better view of her-
self in the glass; and moving suddenly, her arm
touched one of the beautiful vases which stood
on the slab, and down it fell on the ground, and
was broken into a thousand pieces!

“Oh, Fanny! what have you done?” ex-
claimed Katie, running to her. “Mamma will
be so sorry; she is so fond of those vases, and
never lets me go near them, for fear I should
break them.”

Fanny burst into tears. “ What shall I do 2”
she cried ; “auntie will be so angry, and mamma
will be angry, too. Can’t we say it tumbled
down itself ?”

“Oh, no!” exclaimed Katie, shocked at the
idea of telling such a falsehood. “That would
be worse than breaking the vase.”

“T suppose you will go and tell auntie that I
did it,” said Fanny, angrily.