Miserable Henry! He did not try to deny it any longer; but burst out into a loud sobbing cry, “O Papa! Papa! I meant to have put it back again! I couldn’t help it!”
“Tell me what you have done with it!” repeated the Captain.
“I—I paid it to Farmer Grice; I was obliged; and I thought I could have put it back again; and some of it was my own!”
“Fivepence-farthing!” cried David. “You thief, you!”
The child’s fists were clenched, and his young face all one scowl of passion, quite shocking to see. His father put him aside, and said, “Hush, David! no names.—Now, Henry, what do you say to your sister for your false accusation, which has thrown your own shame on her?”
“Oh, no, no, Papa; he never did accuse me!” cried Bessie, for the first time bursting into tears. “He never said I did it; that was only Davie’s fancy; and it has made Susie and Sam so kind, I have not minded it at all. Please don’t mind that, Papa!”
“Come away, Henry!” said the Captain; “now that your sister has been cleared, we had better have the rest out of the sight of these tender-hearted little girls.”
He stood up, and without a word, stroked down Elizabeth’s smooth brown hair, raised her face up by the chin, and kissed her forehead, the only place free from tears; then he took Henry by the shoulder, and marched him out of the room. Bessie could not stop herself from crying, and was afraid of letting Uncle John see her; so she flew out after them, and straight up-stairs to her own room. Miss Fosbrook and Susan both longed to follow her, but they had missed this opportunity; and the sound of voices outside showed so plainly that the Captain and Henry were in the hall that they durst not open the door.
Everyone was appalled, and nothing was said for a few seconds. The first to speak was Annie, in a low, terror-stricken whisper, yet with some curiosity in it: “I wonder what Papa will do to him?”
“Give him nine dozen, I hope!” answered David through his small white teeth, all clenched together with rage.