“He didn’t really promise. He just said he’d see.”
“Well, that means the same. He meant yes.”
“Then I wonder what he will do to punish us?”
“Nothing. He’ll forgive us. Grandfathers are different from fathers about that.”
“But we’ve been naughty and deserve to be punished.”
“Well, isn’t it punishment enough, I’d like to know, to be put to bed in broad daylight?” demanded Christopher, tossing impatiently.
Just then Huldah came up for the milk toast bowls. She stood in the doorway between the children’s rooms and shook her head slowly as she looked from one bed to the other.
“I’m disapp’inted in you,” she said coldly.
“Oh, come now, Huldah, don’t rub it in,” pleaded Christopher.
“And we are as sorry as we can be,” added Jane.