"'What is the matter?' asked the gentleman, springing up the stairs and coming into the room.
"Mamma began to weep again. She could not speak, but she held up the skin of the orange, and glanced toward Moses, who was sitting in a chair by himself crying bitterly.
"'So he did take it, after all,' said papa, in a stern voice.
"'I'm sorry, papa,' sobbed the boy.
"'What a wicked boy you must be, to steal and lie, and on your birthday too,' said his father, 'when we were trying to make you so happy!'
"'I never will do so again,' said Moses.
"'You must be punished, so that you will remember it,' said his father.
"'Stay here,' said his mother; 'I will send cook up with some supper for you.'"