Frank was dismissed from the table and sent to his own room, there to stay and live upon bread and water until he could beg Kate’s pardon.
“I don’t want him to beg my pardon,” said Kate, “and I don’t want him shut up, either,” and Kate was following her poor, persecuted brother out of the room to share his isolated condition, when she was sternly bidden to return “and not go near Frank again to-day.”
“It is very queer that I can never punish Frank without you taking it into your head to be punished, too,” said Mr. Hallock.
“Well, papa, I can’t help it. I love him so much, and I’m so sorry for him.”
“You ought to love him well enough to wish to have him reform,” said her father; and then the tea went on just as though Frank had not been dismissed in disgrace—only it did not.
After tea, as Kate could not go near Frank, she went around into Pumpkin Delight Lane and told Grandma Dobson all about it, and the dear little woman sympathized with her exceedingly.
The next morning Frank was not at breakfast. Mrs. Hallock went with her husband on an early train to New York, and Kate found that Frank was locked into his room for all day.
“Anyhow,” she said, “I’m not forbidden to speak to him to-day,” so she went up to his door and said,
“Good morning, Frank.”
No answer.