it on purpose, because I was too
lazy to sell it; and then he'll kill me--I know he will."

"I will go and see him, and tell him about the accident. Where do you
live?"

"Down North Square. He ain't to home now," replied Ann, who was not
quite prepared for this method of treating the subject.

"Poor child! I pity you," sighed the lady.

"O, dear me!" cried Ann, exerting herself to the utmost to deepen the
impression she had made.

"How much do you want to make up the value of your candy?"

"Half a dollar."

"There it is, poor child! If it will save you from abuse, you are
welcome to it."

"Thank you, ma'am. It may save my life," replied Ann, as she took the
half dollar and put it in her pocket.

"What an awful liar she is!" said Katy to herself, as the lady hurried
on, probably much pleased with herself as she thought of the kind act
she supposed she had done.

Katy was curious to know what her unworthy assistant would do next, and
she followed her down Hanover Street, and saw her stop before the
American House. She could not believe that Ann would have the hardihood
to play off the same trick again so soon; and she was very much
surprised and very indignant when she saw her begin to cry with all her
might, just as she had done before. While the deceitful girl's eyes
were covered with her apron, in the extremity of her grief, Katy
contrived to get on the hotel steps behind her, so that she could see
and hear all that passed.

"What is the matter with that girl?" asked a gentleman, who presently
appeared at the door, addressing another who was just behind him.

"It is the broken candy dodge," replied the second gentleman. "That
trick has been played off a dozen times within a week."

"What does it mean?" asked the first. "I don't understand it."

The second explained the trick, precisely as Katy had just witnessed it
in Court Street.

"Now, don't say a word," he continued. "I have a counterfeit half
dollar in my pocket, and you shall see how it is done."

With this announcement of his purpose, he accosted Ann, who told him
about the same story she had told the lady, and he finally gave her the
counterfeit half dollar, which Ann did not suspect was a bad one.

"How abominably wicked she is," exclaimed Katy, as she followed her up
the street. "But I will soon spoil all her fun, and cut off her
profits. I will teach her that honesty is the best policy."

It was easier for Katy to resolve what to do t