“But, father, I should think that, if it was our own, we might do any thing with it we please.”
“No,” said his father, “that does not follow, at all.”
“Why, father,” said Rollo, looking disappointed, “I thought every body could [pg 92]do what they pleased with their own things.”
“Whose hat is that you have on? Is it James's?”
“No, sir, it is mine.”
“Are you sure it is your own?”
“Why, yes, sir,” said Rollo, taking off his hat and looking at it, and wondering what his father could mean.
“Well, do you suppose you have a right to go and sell it?”
“No, sir,” said Rollo.
“Or go and burn it up?”