"O grandma," sobbed Katy, "Tom did not do it; Katy did it."
"Did what?" asked grandma.
"I broke the vase," replied Katy, "and then let you think Tom did it."
Then Katy told grandma how the Katy-dids would not let her sleep till she had told her all about it. Grandma said she hoped Katy would never be afraid again to say "Katy did it," when she had done wrong. I think, after that, she never was.
AUNT FANNY.
PULL THE WEEDS.
Pull the weeds, my little maid,
That's good work to do;
Better drop the ugly spade,—
It's too big for you.
In the onion bed, you see,
Weeds with onions don't agree;
Pull the weeds and set them free,
Onions then will grow.
