"Because I was wicked and naughty. If I had thought only a moment, I shouldn't have done it. I am so sorry I did it! I would give the world if I hadn't."
"What will they do to you?" asked Noddy, whose fear of consequences had not yet given place to a higher view of the matter.
"I don't care what they do; I deserve the worst they can do. How shall I look Bertha and my father in the face when I see them?"
"O, hold your head right up, and look as bold as a lion—as bold as two lions, if the worst comes."
"Don't talk so, Noddy. You make me feel worse than I did."
"What in the world ails you, Miss Fanny?" demanded Noddy, grown desperate by the perplexities of the situation.
"I am so sorry I did such a wicked thing! I shall go to Bertha and my father, and tell them all about it, as soon as they come home," added Fanny, as she wiped away her tears, and appeared to be much comforted by the good resolution which was certainly the best one the circumstances admitted.
"Are you going to do that?" exclaimed Noddy, astonished at the declaration.
"I am."
"And get me into a scrape too! They won't let me off as easy as they do you. I shall be sent off to learn to be a tinker, or a blacksmith."