"I thought you had been very good," added Mr. Lamb.
"No, I have not; I have been very wicked, and you will never forgive me."
"Why, what have you done, Kate? How strange you act, my child!"
"I can't help it, mother. If you will forgive me this time, I will never be so wicked again while I live."
"Tell us all about it, Kate, and we will forgive you," said her father, very kindly.
The poor girl sobbed so that she could not speak for some time, for the tenderness of her parents made her feel a great deal worse than if they had scolded her severely.
"What have you done, Kate?" repeated Mrs. Lamb.
"I didn't carry the milk to Mrs. O'Brien, mother," gasped the poor penitent, as she uncovered her eyes, and looked up in the face of her parents to notice the effect of her confession upon them.
"Didn't carry it to her?" was the exclamation of her father and mother at the same time.
"No; I spilled it on the ground."