CHAPTER III.
THE TRUNDLE-BED.
They were all very sorry to have Caleb go away, for he had lived in the family a great many years, and was always good-natured and obliging.
"But since he has turned out to be a thief, of course we don't want him here," said Seth.
"How can you speak so, my son?" said his mother, reprovingly. "You do not really know any harm of Caleb. Remember what the Bible says, 'Judge not, that ye be not judged.'
"Why, mother, who judged Caleb? Who ever accused him of stealing? I should think he judged himself—shouldn't you? When a man runs away as he did, it looks very much as if he was guilty."
"O, no," said gentle Love, who was knitting "double mittens" in the corner; "that isn't a sure sign at all. I dare say he went away because he was unhappy. How would you like to live with people that don't trust you? Why, Seth, you couldn't bear it, I'm sure."
"I wish Caleb didn't go off," said Willy; "he was a-going to give me a rabbit."