"And I was rotten to Dallas," said Big Chief.
"And are you sorry?" asked Mrs. Devering.
"You bet I am," he replied feelingly.
"And you, Dallas, in this confession time," said Mrs. Devering, "have you anything to repent of?"
My young master hung his head too. "I told a lie," he said, "and I'd vowed solemnly that I'd never tell another."
"What kind of a lie?" asked his aunt.
"A dream lie—I was lying on the grass thinking of the awful mistake I'd made when we were target shooting—I 'most blew a hen's head off, you know——"
"Indeed!"
"And Champ came running along and asked if I'd seen Uncle, and I said 'No,' and I had. He had passed me a few minutes before and in my dreaming I forgot it."
"But that is not serious," said Mrs. Devering.