"
"No, he has not," replied William. "I think, now that the thimble is
found, if he begs pardon, papa will forgive him."
"Tommy, come here," said Mr. Seagrave. "Tell me why you put that
thimble into the soup?"
"I wanted to taste the soup. I wanted to fill the thimble; the soup
burnt my fingers, and I let the thimble drop in."
"Well, a thimbleful wasn't much, at all events," observed Ready. "And
why didn't you tell your mamma where the thimble was?"
"I was afraid mamma throw all the soup away, and then I get none for
dinner."
"Oh! that was it, was it? Well, sir, I said you should have no dinner
till the thimble was found, so, as it is found, you may have your
dinner; but if you ever refuse to answer a question again, I shall
punish you more severely."
Tommy was glad the lecture was over, and more glad to get his
turtle-soup; he finished one plate, and, as he asked for another, he
said, "Tommy won't put thimble in again; put tin pot in next time."
After dinner they went to their work again, and did not come in again
till sunset.
"The clouds are gathering fast, sir," observed Ready; "we shall have
rain to-night."
"I fear we shall; but we must expect it now, Ready.
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