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"You have to make me a promise," she said, turning serious.

"What?"

"That you will never try stealing things again."

I blushed to have that embarrassing and painful subject brought up in the midst of such a delightful afternoon.

"How did you know?"

"Your mother told me, or course."

"Why?"

"She's very upset about it."

"I took them back."

"It is more serious than that. You could get into real trouble, and not with just your mother and father."

"I guess so.'

"

"People get very upset by little things, sometimes."

"Uh huh."

"More than if you had stolen a bike or something really valuable."

"I guess."

"They could understand your taking a bicycle. They wouldn't like it, but they would understand why you did it. They don't understand a boy stealing women's underwear."

I blushed again.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you," she observed. "I'm trying to tell you that I know what's been going on, and think I understand it. At least better than your father."

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