Caleb let go of the wheelbarrow, turned around, burst into tears, and walked slowly and sorrowfully away towards the house.
“There, now,” said David, “you have made him cry. What do you want to trouble him so for?”
Dwight looked after Caleb, and seeing that he was going to the house, he was afraid that he would tell his grandmother. So he ran after him, and began to call to him to stop; but, before he had gone many steps, he saw his grandmother standing at the door of the house, and calling to them all to come.
Caleb had nearly stopped crying when he came up to his grandmother. She did not say any thing to him about the cause of his trouble, but asked him if he was willing to go down cellar with Mary Anna, and help her choose a plateful of apples for dinner. His eye brightened at this proposal, and Mary Anna, who was sitting at the window, reading, rose, laid down her book, took hold of his hand with a smile, and led him away.
Madam Rachel then went to her seat in her great arm-chair, and David and Dwight came and stood by her side.
“I am sorry, Dwight, that you wanted to trouble Caleb.”
“But, mother,” said Dwight, “I only moo-ed at him a little.”
“And what did you do it for?”
“O, only for fun, mother.”
“Did you suppose it gave him pain?”