Willy set the heavy basket on the next lower stair.
"So you went up stairs for that iron without leave? What a wicked boy!"
Willy set the basket on another stair.
"Bellows' nose, old tea-kettle, rusty nails," said Seth, examining the basket.
"Willy Parlin, do you know this is stealing."
"'Tisn't, neither!"
"But I tell you it is! Just as much stealing as if you took money out of father's wallet."
"I don't steal," said Willy, setting the basket on another stair.
Seth was growing exasperated.
"If you don't intend to mind me, Willy Parlin, and carry back that iron, I shall have to go and tell father."