"Yes, when I saw how dreadful Tidd looked."
"But before that, didn't you feel a little afraid that you might not be doing quite right?"
Cheery thought for a moment. "Yes, Mamma," she said, at last; "I was afraid Mrs. Cann would come in before I got through, and make me stop; so I guess I knew it was wrong to use her tubs and her wringer and things, without asking.
"That was it, dearie," said Mamma. "It wasn't a love-thought that made you keep on, after you thought of that, was it?"
"No, Mamma."
"Well, now what do you think we would better do about it?"
"Why, I must be sure that I won't forget the love-thought again."
"And then?"
"I—I must tell Mrs. Cann I'm sorry, and—"
But just then Mrs. Cann and Aunt Beth
