“A pound of butter, please,” Helen answered. She did not look him in the eye; instead, she looked out of the window.
It took Helen but a short time to reach home.
She laid the butter on the table and put the seven cranberries in a cup.
“Aren’t they pretty!” she whispered. “I think I’ll play they are marbles.”
She found a piece of chalk and drew a circle on the floor. Then she began the game.
“What pretty bright cranberries!” exclaimed her mother coming into the room. “Where did you get them, dear?”
How Helen wished that her mother had not asked that question.
“Did Mr. Dingle give them to you?” her mother asked.
How Helen wished she could say yes! “But after all,” she thought, “that was not stealing, so I’ll just tell mother. She knows I would not steal.”