“Who did this?” asked my teacher. Thirty children tried to think about not only what they had done, but also what our teacher have found out.
“Who did this?” she asked . She never became , but she was this time. She help up a piece of broken glass and asked, “Who broke the window?”
“Oh, no,” I thought. I was the one who broke the window. I did not do it on purpose (故意地). It was caused by a throw (投,掷)of a baseball. But did it have to be me?
If I admitted (承认)it, I would into a lot of trouble. How would I be able to a big window like that? I didn’t want to raise my hand. , something much stronger than me pulled me up. “I did it.” Then I kept quiet. was hard enough to say what I felt.
My teacher went to the and took down a book. She then began walking to my desk. I she was going to punish (惩罚)me.
“I know you like birds,” she said as she stood looking down my face. “Here is a book about birds. It is now. You will not be punished. But remember, it’s only for your honesty.”
I couldn’t believe it! I wasn’t punished and I was getting a book. I had been saving up all my money to buy .
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