"I am glad you did. Always tell mamma everything. If you have disobeyed her never delay a moment to go and confess it."
"Yes, papa: but if it's you?"
"Then come to me in the same way. If you want to be a happy child have no concealment from father or mother."
"Shall I tell you about it now, papa?"
"You may do as you like about that since your mother knows it all."
"Papa, I'm afraid you wouldn't love such a naughty girl any more."
"Mamma loves you quite as well, and so shall I; because you are our own, own little daughter. There were tears in mamma's eyes when she told me that she had had to punish our little Vi."
"Oh I'm so sorry to have made mamma cry," sobbed the child.
"Sin always brings sorrow and suffering sooner or later, my little girl; remember that; and that it is because Jesus loves us that he would save us from our sins."
After a little more talk, in which Violet repeated to him the same story of her wrong doing that she had already told her mother, her papa left her and she was again alone till mammy came with her supper—a bowl of rich sweet milk and bread from the unbolted flour, that might have tempted the appetite of an epicure.