“Well, do you not think it displeases me and gives me trouble to have you cry, and make me get up and come and move the chair for you?”
Rollo knew it did, but he did not answer.
Then his mother said, “What good does it do to displease me and make me trouble, for the sake of pleasing father and saving him trouble?”
Rollo could not answer this question; so he kept swinging and rocking, back and forth, on the chair. His mother went on with her work.
By and by he said, “Well, I can get my father’s slippers for him.”
So he went to the little closet by the side of the fire, and took out the slippers, and put them down in the corner, and then when his father came in, he ran to the door to meet him, and he said,
“Father, father, I could not move up your chair, but there are your slippers all ready.”
THE WAY TO OBEY.
When Rollo was about five years old, his mother one evening took him up in her lap, and said,