"I don't know what I shall do," said she, beginning to cry again, as she thought of her mother.
"Do? you can't do anything—can you? The milk is gone, and all you have to do is to go home," replied Ben.
"No matter what she says, if she don't whip you or send you to bed without your supper."
"She won't whip me, and I have been to supper."
"Then what are you crying about?"
"Mother says I am very careless; and I know I am," whined Kate.
"Don't be a baby, Kate."
"I spoiled a flower this afternoon, and mother scolded me and shook me for it. She told me to be very careful with this milk, and now I have spilled the whole of it."
"Well, if you feel so bad, why need you tell her anything about it?"