“Oh, Mary, you must have. Everybody does. Did you never tell a lie?”
“Heaps of ‘em,” said Mary.
“That’s a dreadful sin,” said Una solemnly.
“Do you mean to tell me,” demanded Mary, “that I’d be sent to hell for telling a lie now and then? Why, I HAD to. Mr. Wiley would have broken every bone in my body one time if I hadn’t told him a lie. Lies have saved me many a whack, I can tell you.”
Una sighed. Here were too many difficulties for her to solve. She shuddered as she thought of being cruelly whipped. Very likely she would have lied too. She squeezed Mary’s little calloused hand.