Max stood waiting in the veranda, his heart beating very fast and loud, as his father, Violet, and Lulu came up the path that led from the garden-gate.
All three greeted him affectionately, expressing their regret that he had missed the pleasure of the excursion; then Vi and Lulu passed into the house and on upstairs.
The captain was about to follow when Max, stepping close to his side, said, with a slight tremble in his voice, "Papa, I--want to speak to you." "Very well, my son, say on," answered the captain, stopping and turning toward him.
"It's something I want to tell you, sir," and Max hung his head, his cheeks flushing hotly.
His father gave him a searching look, took his hand, and led him into the parlor.
"Don't be afraid of your father, Max," he said kindly, "why should you ?" "Because I've been a bad boy, sir, deserving of a flogging, and expect you to give it to me," Max burst out desperately.
"Tell me all about it, my son," the captain said in a moved tone, "and tell it here," seating himself and drawing the boy to his knee.

"Perhaps it will be easier." "Oh, yes, papa, because it makes me know you love me even if I am bad; but it makes me more ashamed and sorry for having disobeyed you," sobbed Max, no longer able to refrain from tears as he felt the affectionate clasp of his father's enfolding arm.
"Then it has a right effect.

My boy, I think if you knew how much I love you, you would never disobey.

It will be a sore trial to me, as well as to you, if I find it my duty to inflict any severe punishment upon you.

But let me hear your story." Max told it in broken accents, for he was full of remorse for having behaved so ill to so kind a parent.
When he had finished there was a moment of silence.