"He didn't throw you in?"
"Not ed-zackly."
"Then you went in yourself?"
"Yes, mamma; but, O, I won't do so again."
Mrs. Gray looked very sober. She was not thinking of the gold dollar, but of her son's disobedience.
"I'm sure he stole it, mamma; and now he has run off, and nobody can find him."
"Very likely," said Mrs. Gray.
"O mamma, won't you make him give back my gold dollar?"
"Do you deserve it, my son?"