"It
does seem a shame that she should be kept away from church because of a
bonnet. And, then, you might as well keep the new one, you know, since it
is in the house; I hate the trouble of sending it back."
"It would be a charity," murmured Miss Lydia, and the bonnet was brought
down and tried on again. They were still looking at it when Betty rushed in
and threw herself upon her mother. "O, mamma, I can't help it!" she cried
in tears, "an' I wish I hadn't done it! Oh, I wish I hadn't; but I set fire
to the Major's woodpile, and he's whippin' Dan!"
"Betty!" exclaimed Mrs. Ambler. She took the child by her shoulders and
drew her toward her. "Betty, did you set fire to the Major's woodpile?" she
questioned sternly.
Betty was sobbing aloud, but she stopped long enough to gasp out an answer.
"We were playin' Injuns, mamma, an' we couldn't make believe 'twas real,"
she said, "an' it isn't any fun unless you can make believe, so I lit the
woodpile and pretended it was a fort, an' Big Abel, he was an Injun with
the axe for a tomahawk; but the woodpile blazed right up, an' the Major
came runnin' out. He asked Dan who did it, an' Dan wouldn't say 'twas
me,--an' I wouldn't say, either,--so he took Dan in to whip him. Oh, I wish
I'd told! I wish I'd told!"
"Hush, Betty," said Mrs. Ambler, and she called to the Governor in the
hall, "Mr. Ambler, Betty has set fire to the Major's woodpile!" Her voice
was hopeless, and she looked up blankly at her husband as he entered.
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