little girl enters. Her face is thin and drooping, and wears a look
of patient suffering.

"You're late, Anna," says the mother, kindly.

"Yes, ma'am. We had to stay later for our money. Mr. Davis was away
from the store, and I was afraid I would have to come home without
it. Here it is."

Mrs. Warren took the money.

"Only a dollar!" There was disappointment in her tones as she said
this.

"Yes, ma'am, that is all," replied Anna, in a troubled voice. "I
spoiled some work, and Mr. Davis said I should pay for it, and so he
took half a dollar from my wages."

"Spoiled your work!" spoke up the father, who had been listening.
"That's more of your abominable carelessness!"

"Indeed, father; I couldn't help it," said Anna, "one of the
girls--"

"Hush up, will you! I want none of your lying excuses. I know you!
It was done on purpose, I have not the least doubt."

Anna caught her breath, like one suddenly deprived of air. Tears
rushed to her eyes and commenced falling over her cheeks, while her
bosom rose and fell convulsively.