EATHERINE. 97

Then another held out his paper, bidding her look at that.
She saw herself with a defiant, scornful look upon her face.

“That is the way you looked when your mother spoke to
you,” said this bird. .

A third showed her his picture. In this a scowl and a
pout took away all charm from the face. “That is the way
you looked when you went to your room,” said he.

Another held out his paper, but said never a word. This.
was a picture of her dear mother, and the expression was, oh,
so sad! it seemed to Katherine that the sorrowful eyes could
read her very heart. It made her feel so bad that she could
scarcely bear to look upon it, and yet, for some reason, she
could not look away, and the longer she looked the worse she
felt.

No one said a word, but her own conscience seemed to:
whisper, “That is the way your mother looks when you are
naughty.”

“Take it away! Take it away!” she cried.

But the bird would not take it away, and she was com-
pelled to look upon her mother’s sorrowful face till it seemed
to her that her heart would break, and she longed to go to her
own dear mother and throw her arms around her, begging
her to love and forgive her.

As soon as she felt this way the pictures all began to fade,
and in a few minutes not a trace of them was left. Then the
birds began to grow smaller and smaller, and in a few minutes.

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