"What are you crying for, then?"
"O mother!"
"Why, what ails you, child? Have you been frightened?"
"No, mother."
"Tell us what ails you, Kate," added her father.
Both of her parents were greatly alarmed about her, for they loved their little girl very much; and they knew that something must ail her, or she would not have lain awake so long, or have cried so bitterly.
"Can't you tell us what ails you, Kate?" inquired her mother, very tenderly.
"I have been very naughty, mother," replied Kate, almost choking with emotion.
"Naughty, child?"
"Yes, mother."