“You’ve been—off in the woods—with a girl—all day?”
“Yes, sir!”
“In spite of all that I’ve warned you?”
“Yes, sir!”
Johnathan reached out and lifted his terror-paralyzed son in his wrath.
“You march home!” he commanded. “We’ll see about this! What are you doing here at the picnic, anyhow, when I said you couldn’t come?”
“Ma said I could.”
“But what did I say to you?”
“You said—I couldn’t.”
“Then you deliberately disobeyed there, also?”