Jerry wished his father would hurry up and say what his punishment was to be.
"Considering that there are extenuating circumstances, I am letting you off easy," said his father. "No baseball games for you for the rest of the season. Either at the ball park or on television."
"Not even the World Series on television?"
"Not even the World Series."
The punishment did not seem light to Jerry. He was crushed. "Can't I even play baseball?"
Jerry's father considered the question. "Suppose we confine the restriction to looking at professional baseball."
Jerry sighed in relief. That was not quite as bad. "What are you going to do with that box of candy?" he dared ask.
"I suppose you expected to gorge yourself on it."
"I was going to pass it around," said Jerry. "And take a few pieces over to the Bullfinches. He's been awfully nice to me."
"As long as you have it, you may as well pass the candy around," said Mr. Martin. "But remember. Don't you ever do such a deceitful thing again, Jerry Martin."