“Come here an’ kiss me, Seth,” Aunt Hannah said softly. “I wish I could put my hand on your head! And you’ve been frightened out of your wits because of that counterfeit nickel?” she added when he had obeyed. “You poor little child! If you had told me, your troubles would soon have come to an end; but you must understand that in this world the only honest course is to atone for your faults, rather than run away from them. The good Book says that ‘your sins shall find you out,’ and it is true, my dear, as true as is every word that has come to us from God. But I’m not allowin’ that you have committed any grievous sin in this matter. Do you know, Gladys read your story in the paper before I sent her for a walk, and that is why I wanted to be alone with you.”