alf frightened at Rebecca's sudden departure.
Lucia did not for a moment imagine that anything she had said could have
sent Rebecca flying from the house.

Mr. and Mrs. Weston and Anna were nearly through dinner when Rebecca
appeared, and Mrs. Weston declared herself well pleased that Rebby had
come home; there were no questions asked, and it seemed to Rebby that
nothing had ever tasted better than the corn bread and the boiled fish;
she had not a regretful thought for the Hortons' dainties.

Anna told the story of all that had occurred to her that morning; of
taking the rabbits to the parsonage, and of London's exclamation and
terror at the "white witches," and last of all of Luretta's anger. "And
I didn't even tell Luretta that the rabbits were lost," concluded the
little girl, and then, with a deep sigh, she added: "I suppose I will
have to go right over and tell her."

"Yes," replied her mother gravely, "you must go at once. And you must
tell Luretta how sorry you are for taking the rabbits from the box. And
fail not to say to Mrs. Foster that you are ashamed at not keeping your
promise."

Mr. Weston did not speak, but Rebecca noticed that he seemed pleased
rather than vexed with his little daughter. "That's because Anna always
tells everything," thought Rebecca. "But if I should tell what I did
last night he would think me too wicked to forgive," and at the thought
she put her head on the table and began to cry.

"Why, Rebby, dear! 'Tis my fault in letting you go out this morning,"
exclaimed Mrs. Weston, now quite sure that Rebecca was really ill. But
in a few moments her tears ceased, and she was ready to help with
washing the dishes and setting the room in order.

"I will walk along with you, Danna," said her father, when Anna was
ready to start on the unpleasant errand of owning her fault to Luretta,
and they started out together, Anna holding fast to her father's hand.

"I wish I need not go, Father," Anna said as they walked along.

Mr. Weston's clasp on his little daughter's hand tightened. "Let me see;
do you not remember the verse from the Bible that 'he who conquers his
own spirit is braver than he who taketh a city'?" he questioned gently.

Anna looked up at him wonderingly, and Mr. Weston continued: "It is
your courage in owning your fault that makes you a conqueror, and as
brave as a brave soldier."

"As brave as Washington?" asked Anna, and when her father smiled down at
her she smiled back