"What is all his?" said he. "Alfred, you seem to be a very naughty boy indeed; and I must tell you, sir, I shall allow this no longer. Get down from your chair, sir, and beg your nurse's pardon."
Alfred had hardly ever heard his father speak so before, and he felt so frightened that he left off crying and did as he was bid. Then his father took him by the hand and led him away.
His mother said she was sure he would now be good and eat the currant tart; but his father said:
"No, no, it is now too late; he must come with me."
So he led him away, without saying another word.
He took him into the village, and he stopped at the door, of a poor cottage.
"May we come in?" said his father.
"Oh yes, and welcome," said a poor woman, who was standing at a table with a saucepan in her hand.
"What are you doing, my good woman?"
"Only putting out the children's supper, your honor."