"Nothing at all.

I'm goin' to a picnic." "Ah, indeed!" said the Captain.

"You looked as if you were meditating on some fresh mischief, or sorrowing over some old--which was it ?" Bunty turned a little pale, but remarked again he "wasn't doin' nothin'." The Captain felt in a lazy, teasing mood, and his little fat, dirty son, was the only subject near.
"Suppose you come here and confess every bit of mischief you've done this week," he said gravely.

"I've the whole morning to spare, and it's time I saw to your morals a little." Bunty approached the arm of the chair indicated, but went whiter than ever.
"Ah, now we're comfortable.

Well, there was stealing from the pantry on Tuesday--that's one," he said, encouragingly.