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Crowley, Mary Catherine

"Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir"

"
Annie gave a little nervous shudder. "What! go and tell Lucy I stole
her doll's red silk dress?" she exclaimed. "How could I ever!"
"I do not say it is necessary to do that," answered her mother; "but
you are certainly obliged to restore it. I should advise you to take
it back without delay, and have the struggle over."
She went away, and left the little girl to reflect upon the matter.
But the more Annie debated with herself, the more difficulty she had in
coming to a decision. Finally she started up, exclaiming,
"The longer I think about it the harder it seems. I'll just _do it_
right off."
She picked up the dress, darted down the stairs, hurriedly prepared to
go out, and in a few moments was hastening down the block to the
Caryls'. Lucy saw her coming, and met her at the door.
"Did you get a scolding? Was your mother very much displeased?" she
asked; for she perceived immediately that Annie had been crying, and
misinterpreted the cause of her tears.
"Oh, no!--well, I suppose she was," hesitated Annie. "But she did not
say much."
"How did she happen to let you come down here again?" continued Lucy,
leading the way to the sitting-room.


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