“If she should say to her teacher, ‘Miss Parker, I’ve deceived you; I’m sorry,’ would that be enough?”
“No, mamma; and she wouldn’t say so—Tate wouldn’t.”
“But why wouldn’t it be enough, Dotty?”
“O, ’cause, mamma, it isn’t Miss Parker she’s ’bused.”
“What do you mean, dear?”
“Why, ’twas somebody else—’twas—God.”
By this time Dotty’s head was on her mother’s bosom.
“Then you think Tate has offended her heavenly Father?”
“Yes’m, I do.”