"What is the matter this morning, Billy?" the grasshopper asked.
"I'm afwaid—I'm afwaid I'm a bad boy," answered Billy.
"Why, how is that?" exclaimed the grasshopper.
"Well—I was going to wipe one of my mother's china cups this morning and it hit the floor and bwoke!" confessed Billy.
"What did you do then?" said the grasshopper, putting his head on one side.
Billy turned very red. He hated to tell the grasshopper what he had next done.
"If you tell me, perhaps I can help you," said the grasshopper, by way of encouragement.
"Well," said Billy, "I hid the pieces under the table and came out here—to think!"
"Why do you not go and tell your mother all about it?" asked the grasshopper.