"Yes, darling," she said, putting her arm around him, "Mother knows it. She found the pieces. And she's been wondering if her little boy wouldn't come in and tell her all about it."
Billy looked up and saw on her face the wonderful smile that he loved.
"I thought you would be sorry!" he said.
"I am sorry, Billy, that you broke the cup but I am glad—so glad—that you were brave enough to tell Mother the truth about it. Mother wants you to grow up to be a brave man." She raised his face and kissed both his flushed little cheeks.
"I'll be back in a minute, Mother," he said, as he drew away and ran out of the door. There was the grasshopper, hopping around. When he saw Billy, he stopped.
"Didn't I tell you!" he said, for he saw Billy's smiling face and knew he was happy again.
"How did you know?" asked Billy.
The grasshopper put his head on one side and said,
"Oh, I am a grasshopper, very, very wise!