"Mmmmm."
"That keg is temptation. Can you say it?"
"Temshun."
"Every day in your life you must bear temptation and throw it from you. Can you bear it?"
"Huh?"
"Can you pick up that keg, Hugo?"
He lifted it in his chubby arms. "Now take it to the barn and back," his mother directed. Manfully he walked with the keg to the barn and back. He felt a little silly and resentful. "Now—throw temptation as far away from you as you can."
Mrs. Danner gasped. The distance he threw the keg was frightening.
"You musn't throw it so far, Hugo," she said, forgetting her allegory for an instant.
"You said as far as I can. I can throw it farther, too, if I wanna."