“Ihadanewpairofshoesonce，andwantedtoshowthem；so，thoughIwastoldnottoleavethegarden，Iranawayandwaswanderingaboutallday。Itwasinthecity，andwhyIwasn’tkilledIdon’tknow。SuchatimeasIhad。Ifrolickedintheparkwithdogs，sailedboatsintheBackBaywithstrangeboys，dinedwithalittleIrishbeggar-girlonsaltfishandpotatoes，andwasfoundatlastfastasleeponadoor-stepwithmyarmsroundagreatdog。Itwaslateintheevening，andIwasadirtyasalittlepig，andthenewshoeswerewornout­；Ihadtravelledsofar。“
“Hownice!“criedNan，lookingallreadytogoanddoitherself。
“Itwasnotnicenextday；“andMrs。Jotriedtokeephereyesfrombetrayinghowmuchsheenjoyedthememoryofherearlycapers。
“Didyourmotherwhipyou？“askedNan，curiously。
“Sheneverwhippedmebutonce，andthenshebeggedmypardon，orI