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'I think； my dear；' said he； turning to his wife； 'I have heard you mention a person who you were acquainted with when a girl； who at last was hanged for stealing； I think； was not she？' 'No；' replied the lady； 'she was not hanged； she was transported for one…and…twenty years。' 'Pray； madam； how transported？ what is that？' inquired one of the children。 'People； my dear；' resumed the lady； 'are transported when they have committed crimes； which； according to the laws of our land； are not thought quite wicked enough to be hanged for； but still too bad to suffer them to continue amongst other people。 So； instead of hanging them； the judge orders that they shall be sent on board a ship； built on purpose to hold naughty people； and carried away from all their friends； a great many miles distant； commonly to America； where they are sold as slaves； to work very hard for as many years as they are transported for。 And the person your papa mentioned was sold for twenty…one years； but she died before that time was out； as most of them do： they are generally used very cruelly； and work very hard； and besides； the heat of the climate seldom agrees with anybody who has been used to live in England； and so they generally die before their time is expired； and never have an opportunity of seeing their friends any more； after they are once sent away。 How should any of you； my dears； like to be sent away from your papa and me； and your brothers and sisters； and uncles and aunts； and all your friends； and never） never see us any more； and only keep company with naughty； cross； wicked people； and labour very hard； and suffer a great deal of sickness； and such a number of different hardships； you cannot imagine？ Only think how shocking it must be！ How should you like it？' 'Oh'； not at all； not at all；' was echoed from everyone in the room。
'But such；' rejoined their mother； 'is the punishment naughty people have； and such was the punishment the person your papa spoke of had； who； when she was young； no more expected to come to such an end than any of you do。 I was very well acquainted with her； and often used to play with her； and she （like the boy Frank has been talking of） used to think it a mark of cleverness to be able to deceive； and for the sake of winning the game she was engaged in； would not scruple committing any little unfair action； which would give her the advantage。
'I remember one time； at such a trifling game as pushpin； she gave me a very bad opinion of her； for I observed； instead of pushing the pin as she ought to do； she would try to lift it up with her finger a little； to make it cross over the other。
'And when we were all at cards； she would peep； to find out the pictured ones； that she might have them in her own hand。
'And when we played at any game which had forfeits； she would try； by different little artifices； to steal back her own before the time of crying them came； or； if she was the person who was to cry them； as you call it； she would endeavour to see whose came next； that she might order the penalty accordingly。
'Or if we were playing at hide and seek； she would put what we had to hide either in her own pocket； or throw it into the fire； so that it would be impossible to find it； and then； after making her companions hunt for it for an hour； till their patience was quite tired； and they gave out； she would burst out in a loud laugh！ and say she only did it for fun。 But； for my part； I never could see any joke in such kind of things： the meanness； the baseness； the dish on our； which attended it always； in my opinion； took off all degree of cleverness； or pleasure from such actions。
'There was another of her sly tricks which I forgot to mention； and that was； if at tea； or any other time； she got first to the plate of cake or bread； she would place the piece she liked best where she thought it would come to her turn to have it： or if at breakfast she saw her sisters' basin have the under crust in it； and they happened not to be by； or to see her； she would take it out； and put her own； which she happened not to like so well； in the stead。
'Only think； my dears； what frightful； sly； naughty tricks to be guilty of！ And from practising these； which she said there was no harm in； and she only did them in play； and for a bit of fun； at last she came； by degrees； to be guilty of greater。 She two or three different times； when she was not seen； stole things out of shops； and one day； when she was upon a visit； and thought she could do it cleverly； without being discovered； put a couple of table spoons into her pocket。 The footman who was waiting happened to see her； but fearing to give offence； he took no notice of it till after she was gone home； when he told his master； who； justly provoked at being so ill…treated； by a person to whom he had shown every civility； went after her； called in her own two maids； and his footman； as witnesses； and then insisted upon examining her pockets； where he indeed found his own two spoons。 He then sent for proper officers to secure her； had her taken into custody； and for that offence it was that she was transported。
'Thus； my dear children； you see the shocking consequence of ever suffering such vile habits to grow upon us； and I hope the example of this unhappy woman （which I assure you is a true story） will be sufficient to warn you for ever； for a single time； being guilty of so detestable a crime； lest you should； like her； by degrees come to experience her fatal punishment。'
Just as the lady said these words a bell rang； and all getting up together； they went out of the room； the young one calling out； 'To dinner！ to dinner！ to dinner！ here we all go to dinner！'
And I will seek for one too； said I to myself； （creeping out as soon as I found I was alone） for I feel very faint and hungry。 I looked and looked about a long while； for I could move but slow； on account of the bruises I had received in the shoe。 At last under the table； round which the family had been sitting； I found a pincushion； which； being stuffed with bran； afforded me enough to satisfy my hunger； but was excessively dry and unsavoury； yet； bad as it was； I was obliged to be content at that time with it； and had nearly done eating when the door opened； and in ran two or three of the children。 Frightened out of my senses almost； I had just time to escape down a little hole in the floor； made by one of the knots in the wood slipping out； and there I heard one of the girls exclaim
'O dear！ who now has cut my pincushion？ it was you did it； Tom。' 'No； indeed I did not；' replied he。 'Then it was you； Mary。' 'No； I know nothing of it；' answered she。 'Then it was you； Hetty。' 'That I am sure it was not；' said she； 'I am sure； I am certain it was not me； I am positive it was not。' 'Ah；' replied the other； 'I dare say it was。' 'Yes； I think it is most likely；' said Mary。 'And so do I too；' said Tom。 'And pray why do you all think so？' inquired Hetty； in an angry tone。 'Because；' said the owner of the pincushion； 'you are the only one who ever tells fibs； you told a story； you know； about the fruit； you told a story too about the currant jelly； and about putting your fingers in the butter； at breakfast； and therefore there is a very great reason why we should suspect you more than anybody else。' 'But I am sure；' said she； bursting into tears； 'I am very sure I have not meddled with it。' 'I do not at all know that；' replied the other； 'and I do think it was you； for I am certain if any one else had done it they would not deny it； and it could not come into this condition by itself； somebody must have done it； and I dare say it was you； so say no more about it。'
Here the dispute was interrupted by somebody calling them out of the room； and I could not help making some reflections on what had passed。 How dreadful a crime； thought I； is lying and falsity； to what sad mortifications does it subject the person who is ever wicked enough to commit it； and how does it expose them to the contempt of everyone； and make them to be suspected of faults they are even perfectly free from。 Little Hetty now is innocent； with respect to the pincushion with which her sister charges her； as any of the others； yet； because she has before forfeited her honour； she can gain no credit： no one believes what she says； she is thought to be guilty of the double fault of spoiling the pincushion； and what is still worse； of lying to conceal it； whilst the other children are at once believed； and their words depended upon。
Surely； surely； thought I； if people would but reflect upon the contempt； the shame； and the difficulties which lies expose them to； they would never be guilty of so terrible a vice； which subjects them to the scorn of all they converse with； and renders them at all times suspected； even though they should； as in the case of Hetty； really speak the truth。 Such were my reflections upon falsehood； nor could I help altogether blaming the owner of the pincushion for her hasty judgment relating to it。 Somebody； she was certain； must have done it； it was impossible it could come so by itself。 That； to be sure； was very true； but then she never recollected th