“No, I don’t think she will run away now; she is an honorable little girl, and knows that I do it to help her.”
In a minute Nan whisked back, tied herself up, and began to sew violently. Rob came in a moment after, and was so charmed with the new punishment, that he got a jump-rope and tethered himself to the other arm of the sofa in the most social manner.
“I got lost too, so I ought to be tied up as much as Nan,” he explained to his mother when she saw the new captive.
“I’m not sure that you don’t deserve a little punishment, for you knew it was wrong to go far away from the rest.”
“Nan took me,” began Rob, willing to enjoy the novel penalty, but not willing to take the blame.
“You needn’t have gone. You have got a conscience, though you are a little boy, and you must learn to mind it.”
“Well, my conscience didn’t prick me a bit when she said ‘Let’s get over the wall,’” answered Rob, quoting one of Demi’s expressions.
“Did you stop to see if it did?”
“No.”
“Then you cannot tell.”