"I was carrying it to Mrs. O"Brien."
"No matter; she will get along very well without it."
"That ugly f.a.n.n.y Flynn struck me on the head, and that"s what made me spill the milk."
"Didn"t you hit her back?"
"I couldn"t catch her; she ran away. I was chasing her when I fell down and spilled the milk."
"You can catch her some time; when you do, give it to her."
But Kate had got over her anger, and heartily wished she had not attempted to catch f.a.n.n.y. Besides, she very well knew that Ben was giving her bad advice.
That pa.s.sage from the New Testament, "If any man smite thee on the one cheek, turn to him the other also," came to her mind, and she felt how wicked it was to harbor a desire for revenge.
The loss of the milk, and what would follow when she went home, gave her more trouble than the injury she had received from the naughty girl.
"I don"t know what I shall do," said she, beginning to cry again, as she thought of her mother.
"Do? you can"t do anything--can you? The milk is gone, and all you have to do is to go home," replied Ben.
"What will my mother say?"
"No matter what she says, if she don"t whip you or send you to bed without your supper."
"She won"t whip me, and I have been to supper."
"Then what are you crying about?"
"Mother says I am very careless; and I know I am," whined Kate.
"Don"t be a baby, Kate."
"I spoiled a flower this afternoon, and mother scolded me and shook me for it. She told me to be very careful with this milk, and now I have spilled the whole of it."
"Well, if you feel so bad, why need you tell her anything about it?"
"About what?" asked Kate, looking up into his face, for she did not quite understand him.
"You needn"t tell her you spilled the milk. She will never find it out."
"But she will ask me."
"What if she does? Can"t you tell her you gave the milk to the old woman, and that she was very much obliged to her for sending it?"
"I can do that," said Kate.
She did not like the plan, but it seemed to her just then that anything would be better than telling her mother that she had spilled the milk; and, wicked as it was, she resolved to do it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Crying for spilled milk.]
III.
Kate did not think of the poor woman and her hungry children when she made up her mind to tell her mother such a monstrous lie.
She did not think how very wicked it was to deceive her mother, just to escape, perhaps, a severe rebuke for her carelessness.
She felt all the time that she was doing wrong, but she tried so hard to cover it up, that her conscience was not permitted to do its whole duty.
When we are tempted to do wrong, something within us tells us not to do it; but we often struggle to get rid of this feeling, and if we succeed the first time, it is easier the next time. And the more we do wrong, the easier it becomes to put down the little voice within us.
It was so with Kate. She had told falsehoods before, or it would not have been so easy for her to do it this time. If we do not take care of our consciences, as we do of our caps and bonnets, they are soon spoiled.
Did you ever notice that one of the wheels on your little wagon, when it becomes loose, soon wears out? The more it sags over on one side, the weaker it grows. While the wheel stands up straight, it does not seem to wear out at all.
It is just so with your conscience--your power to tell right from wrong. While you keep it up straight, it works well, and never wears out. But when it gets a little out of order, it grows worse very fast, and is not of much more value than a lighthouse without any light in it.
Kate"s conscience had begun to sag over on one side. It was growing weak, and did not remind her of her wrong deeds with force enough to make itself heeded. If she could only escape the reproof of her mother, she did not care.
Thus moved by the wicked counsel of Ben Tinker, she hastened home.
She tried to look as if nothing had happened, but her eyes were still very red from crying; and her mother wanted to know what had made her cry.
"f.a.n.n.y Flynn struck me, and pulled my "shaker" over my face,"
replied Kate.
"What did she do that for?"
"She asked me to give her a drink of the milk, and because I wouldn"t, she struck me," answered Kate, placing her pail upon the kitchen table.
"She is a naughty girl, and I will go and see her mother about it.
What did she say to you?"
"She asked me for a drink of the milk."
"What did you answer?"
"I told her it was for Mrs. O"Brien"s children, and that it wouldn"t be right for me to give it to her, and I would not."
"Well, I will see to that. I think it is a pity if I can"t send one of my children out on an errand of charity without her being treated in this manner. She shall suffer for it."
"She is a naughty girl, mother; and I never mean to speak to her again as long as I live," said Kate, with much apparent earnestness.
"You did right not to give her any of the milk, and I am glad you did not. I am happy that my daughter has been brave enough to do right, and even to suffer for doing it. You are a good girl, Kate."