“Then,” said Rollo, “I think I had better get a chair for him.”
So he went and took hold of the great rocking-chair, to pull it to the fire for his father; but it was so heavy that it would not come. So Rollo began to cry.
His mother looked up and said, “Rollo, what is the matter?”
Rollo said, “This rocking-chair will not come.”
“Where do you want to carry it?”
“I want it to be by the fire, so that my father can sit in it when he comes home,” said Rollo.
“Why do you want your father to have it?”
“Because;” said he. He did not know exactly how to tell the reason, and so he only said “Because.”
“It is because you wish to please him and to save him trouble, is it not?”
“Yes, mother,” said Rollo.