Agatha-Jane knew better than to argue with Hester or her mother. If she had any hopes of attending the apple harvest she'd have to apologize to Mrs. Flemming...but first she'd have to admit to the crime.
Through the night, and into the following morning Agatha-Jane argued with herself between telling such truths and surrendering to the switch, or pretending she was just as gobsmacked and in horror over Mrs. Flemming's missing wig and how it found it's way on the dinner goose.
Her Sunday school teacher Mrs. Amelia-who Agatha- Jane adored and hoped to mirror in spirit and action- would encourage the truth. The truth would have to come forth even if it did mean a switch, reproach, or worse being forced to fast from cookies, cakes, and all other delicious sweets.
Agatha-Jane got out of bed, washed her face and tried to tame her matted curls. After inspecting herself she took a deep breath and puffed out her chest.
"the switch it is I suppose" she stepped into her house slippers "time to tell mom, Hester, and dad"
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Had she given a moment for her conscience to settle she never would have marched to her mother's study and given her full confession. But, she didn't and so she did indeed receive the switch and had to walk, with Hester chaperoning to see the task was done properly, all the way to Mrs. Flemming's house. Agatha-Jane sat for what seemed hours long on the receiving end of another lecture and cabbage soup lunch, such was much worse than ten or twenty switches.
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