"You saw me fling it, didn't you, sir?"
"Yes."
"Then why didn't you tell?"
"Because I did not wish you to be punished. I like to make people's lives pleasant to them; perhaps because I have had very little pleasure in my own."
"Would you never punish any of us?"
"I would if I saw you do essentially wrong. But for petty spite—retaliation—revenge—oh, Dick, don't you know Who it is that has warned us against these? I think we must all try for love and peace on earth if we would enter into it in heaven."
Dick considered: it was rather an unaccustomed way of putting matters. He began to work things out in his mind, speaking, as was usual with him, what came uppermost.
"I don't call it at all a heavenly thing to have gone behind their backs, and told about the seniors smoking," said he, practically. "I suppose you think smoking's one of the wrong things."
"It's not very right," replied Mr. Henry. "It injures themselves, and it is flying in the face of orders."
"But why did you not report them openly, instead of the—the other way?"