"Oh, Catherine!" I cried, sorrowfully. "You know you have been doing wrong, or you wouldn't be driven to uttering an untruth to me. That does grieve me. I'd rather be three months ill, than hear you frame a deliberate lie."
She sprang forward, and bursting into tears, threw her arms round my neck.
"Well, Ellen, I'm so afraid of you being angry," she said. "Promise not to be angry, and you shall know the very truth: I hate to hide it."
We sat down in the window-seat; I assured her I would not scold, whatever her secret might be, and I guessed it, of course; so she commenced-

'Oh, Catherine!' I cried, sorrowfully. 'You know you have been doing wrong, or you wouldn't tell me lies. That does grieve me. I'd rather be three months ill, than hear you tell a lie.'
She sprang forward, and bursting into tears, threw her arms round my neck.
'Ellen, I'm so afraid of you being angry,' she said. 'Promise not to be angry, and you shall know the truth.'
I assured her I would not scold, whatever her secret might be. I guessed it, of course. She began-
