POOR little Carlos stood thinking. He did not know what to do. He wanted
to tell the truth, yet he didn't like to have mamma blame him for
breaking Sylvia's doll. And he didn't think he was all to blame either.
The butterfly and Dandy both helped, he thought.
This was the way it happened. A beautiful large butterfly came through
the open window into the dining-room, then flitted out into the hall.
Carlos and his dog Dandy gave chase. Once, in his eagerness, he stumbled
over Dandy. And in trying to escape a fall he knocked the doll to the
floor. There was the body in one place, the head in another. Why did
Sylvia leave it right in his way?
At last Carlos decided to do the best thing--go and tell mamma all about
it.
Mamma listened patiently. Then she told Carlos that it would have been
better not to try to catch the butterfly. The pretty thing would die if
he caught it and shut it up.
Mamma told Carlos that Sylvia was partly to blame for leaving her doll
in such a place. But Carlos must be more careful next time.
Carlos felt very happy as he ran out of doors with Dandy. And he thought
it the nicest way in the world, to go and tell mamma everything.
[Illustration: WHO IS TO BLAME?]