“Why such a sorrowful face, Harry?” someone asked a little fellow who was running up the walk with tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I stole something. I am going to tell mother about it,” he sobbed.
Poor little Harry! He disobeyed, but he knew his mother too well to deceive her.
It is far better to have a broken heart over wrong doing and to confess it, than a sealed-up heart with unconfessed wrong burning within.
ML-05/17/1964