One morning before class, when I was running into the classroom, I knocked over the ink bottle on the teachers desk, and the red ink spilt ① on the desk. I was sure I would be scolded by the teacher. Just at that moment the bell rang and I went to my seat.

“Stand up!” our monitor said loudly. I stood up and my legs were trembling.

“Who knocked over the ink bottle?” Miss Ye, the teacher, asked. I kept silent. Many eyes were fixed upon me. Miss Ye walked to me and asked in a low voice,“Did you do it?”

“No, no, I didnt, ” I said hurriedly②. My face turned red at once. I didnt know why I had told a lie.

“OK, I believe you.” She patted me on the head and then began teaching.

I felt very sorry. I knew I was wrong. So I went to see Miss Ye in the afternoon.

“Im sorry, Miss Ye,” I said. “This morning I told a lie.”

“I saw the whole thing through the window when I was outside the classroom, ”she said. “But I didnt scold you. I knew you would come to tell me the truth because I believe you are an honest girl.”

I dropped my head without saying a word.

“Im happy that you have come,” she continued. “You havent made me disappointed.”

When I heard these words, tears filled my eyes.