“Yes, sir.”
“Where did you get them?”
“I—don’t—know,” said Rollo, hesitating.
“The clothes which you wore yesterday belong to me,” said his father. “Have you got any others?”
“Yes, sir,” said Rollo; “I have got some up stairs in the drawer.”
“Well, those belong to me. I paid for them with my money, and I might sell them or give them away at any time, if I chose. Have you not got any others?”
“No, sir,” said Rollo.
“Well,” said his father, “I shall let you wear those clothes of mine then. I am very glad I have got a house, and some breakfast, and some clothes for my little Rollo boy since you have not got any of your own. But I think if I get a house for you to live in, and breakfast for you to eat, and clothes for you to wear, you ought to be a very careful, faithful, obedient little boy.”