Lilie's cousin had a bottle of scent given to her, and it had such a
pleasant smell that one day, when Lilie was alone in the room, she
thought she would like a little, so she unscrewed the stopper, and
sprinkled a few drops on her handkerchief. I do not suppose her cousin
would have been angry if she had known, but Lilie knew the scent was not
hers, and she was miserable the moment she had taken it, and had no
peace until she confessed the fault, and asked her cousin's
forgiveness. I wish Carl had felt like that about the piece of sugar; do
not you? Then he would never have taken the larger things, and been sent
to prison.
(Blackboard.)
Little Wrongs Lead to Greater Wrongs.
Carl--Sugar--Money--Prison.