“No, sir.”
“Your mother went to talk with you, and said you did not seem very sorry for your fault.”
“Why, father,” said Rollo, “I did not do any thing to the boys at all: it was all their fault, entirely.”
“I don’t suppose you did do any thing wrong towards them, but you committed a great fault in respect to me.”
“What fault?” said Rollo.
“Disobedience.”
“Why, father, how? You did not tell me to stay close by you.”
“And is a boy guilty of disobedience only when he does what his father forbids in words?”
“I suppose so,” said Rollo.
“What is disobedience?” asked his father.