Ina, the elder of the two girls, put her handkerchief to her eyes and began to cry softly.

Charlotte put her arm around her and drew her towards the door.
"Don't, Ina," she whispered, "don't, darling." "Papa will whip him very hard," sobbed Ina.

"It seems to me I cannot bear it, he is such a little boy." "Papa ought to whip him," said Charlotte, quite firmly, although she herself was winking back the tears.
"He will whip him so hard," sobbed Ina.

"I quite gave up when papa found the candy.

Stealing is what he never will forgive him for, you know." "Yes, I know.