“Why do you think so?”
“O, ’cause He put it in the Bible that she mustn’t tell a lie.”
“Yes, dear.”
“And He went and put it in another place, too,” added Dotty, laying her hand on her left side; “right in here.”
“True, my child.”
“He put a whisper right into her heart, mamma. She can’t hear it, but she can feel it, just like a watch ticking; and it says, ‘Please, Tate, don’t you tell a lie!’”
“Very well, Dotty. I am glad to see that you understand it so clearly. And now that Tate has disobeyed this whisper, what must she do?”
“Be sorry.”
“Is that enough?”
“You know the rest, mamma.”