Various, The Nursery, Volume 17, No. 101…
“ Katie still looked down; and her face grew redder still."Look me in the face, my child," said the master gravely. "Are you telling the truth?"Katie tried to raise her brown roguish eyes to his face: but, ah! the consciousness of guilt weighed down her eyelids like lead. She could not look at her teacher: she only shook her curly head."Katie," said the master kindly, "you were not sent to pick berries: you ran into the woods to pick them for yourself. Perhaps this is your first falsehood, as it is the first time you have been late at school. Pray God that it may be your last." ”
