That made her feel even worse. She looked down at her porridge but realized that she could not eat it before she had confessed her crimes. "Oh, ma!" she said, moving back and kneeling down at her mother's knee like a perfect penitent, though she dared not look her mother in the eye. "Ye must be angry with me too, for I've kept secrets from ye. I cleaned some other person's cake tin for Joe and helped him brush 'is coat to make it all nice, and promised not to tell ye in return for sweets and two ginger beers. If I hadn't kept it from ye, this might 'ave been prevented!" Kate felt so ashamed thinking back of how she had even thoroughly enjoyed the treats that had sealed her brother's fate. "I feel like Judas, ma, oh please forgive me!" She put her face in her mother's lap.