"Well, he's done it, and now you might let him out and set him to work."
"I have already said that I would let him out when he got down on his knees and begged my pardon."
"And have I got to do his work till he begs your pardon? I say, that ain't fair."
"I begin to think, Oscar, you are very lazy. I'll tell you what you may do. When you are dressed you may go to the door of the attic room and ask Philip if he is ready to apologize to me. If he says yes, I'll go up and receive his apology, and then he can come down and go to work."
"All right, pa, I'll do it. I guess he's got enough by this time."
Five minutes later Oscar was at Philip's door. He had forgotten to bring up the key which his father had taken down-stairs the evening previous.
He put his mouth to the keyhole, first rapping at the door to command attention.
"I say, you Phil!" he called out.
There was no answer.
Oscar rapped again.