A DISCUSSION.
While Caleb stood upon the mole, he began to whip the water; and, in doing so, he spattered David and Dwight a little.
Dwight said, “Take care, Caleb—don't spatter us;” and he went up to him, and was going gently to take hold of his whip, to take it away. “Let me have the whip,” said he.
“No,” said Caleb, holding it firmly, “I want it.”
“Let go of it, Dwight,” said Madam Rachel.
“Why, mother, he ought to let me have it, for I went and got it for him. He would not have had it at all without me.”
“You must not take it by violence,” said his mother, “if you have ever so good a right to it. But did you get it for him?”
“Yes, mother; and he told a lie about it.”
“O, Dwight,” said his mother, “you ought not to say so. I can't think Caleb would tell a lie.”