Little Tom had followed Katy in, and now stood beside her. Just then Katy heard grandma coming, and ran out on the porch.
She heard grandma say, "You naughty boy, to break grandma's pretty vase!"
Then Katy thought grandma will never know it was I who did it; for Tom cannot talk, and he is always breaking things. I won't tell her I did it. So she ran away, and did not come in till grandma called her. Then grandma told her that Tom had gone into the parlor, and had broken the vase by pulling the scarf off the table.
Katy did not say a word, but she could hardly eat her supper. When little Tom came up to kiss her "Good-night," before nurse put him to bed, she almost cried. But she thought it would not do to tell then. She was glad when bed-time came, she felt so unhappy.
Katy slept in a little room that opened into grandma's. In the middle of the night she heard a noise and waked up. The moon was shining into the room, and it was almost as light as day. She heard something which sounded like "Katy-did-it! Katy-did-it! Katy-did-it!"
She pulled the sheet over her head to shut out the noise; but still she heard the singing, "Katy-did-it!"
"They mean me," said Katy. "I wish they would stop." But they only sang the louder.
Katy could stand it no longer. She jumped out of bed and ran into grandma's room, crying, "O grandma, grandma, Katy did it!"
Grandma jumped up, saying, "Why, child! what's the matter?"