But Friend Littlefield knew how to rule his own spirit: he would not speak a word when he was angry. Instead of speaking, he waited, and looked at Pollio, who was trying to double himself into a hard knot. The sight of the child’s misery moved him to pity; of course it did, for Mr. Littlefield couldn’t bear to see even a fly unhappy.
“Well, Napoleon: so my new carriage is broken. Who broke it?”
“I did.”
“How?”
“Jumping.”
“Did John see thee?”
“No, sir.”
“Did anybody else see thee?”
“No, sir.”