In a few moments the boys heard the wheels of the carriage. Henry went to the hall door, and opened it. He held Charles by the hand. He had to hold him pretty tight, for Charles tried to get away. His face was pale. He waited until his Mother got out of the carriage and came up the steps--and taking hold of her hand and looking up in her face, he said in a firm voice, "Mother, I have broken your vase."