“I put it up there,” said Rollo. “There are no hornets in it.”
Still, James was somewhat afraid. He knew of course, now, that there could be no hornets in it; but, still, the association of the idea of danger was so strong with the sight of a hornets’ nest, that he could not feel quite easy. At length, however, he came up near to it, and examined it attentively.
“What made you frighten me so, Rollo?” said he.
“O, only for fun,” said Rollo.
“But you deceived me,” said James; “and I don’t think that that was right. It is never right to deceive.”
“O, I only did it for fun,” said Rollo.
James insisted upon it that it was wrong, and Rollo that it was not wrong; and finally they concluded to leave it to Jonas. So they both went to him, and told him the story.
“Wasn’t it wrong?” asked James.
“It wasn’t—was it?” said Rollo.