Barry, raising her eyes toward heaven, as if
praying for the pardon of the offence.
"Why, that's nothing!" he went on. "Ed Brown says lots of boys do it.
Some take the change out of their father's pockets even, if they get a
chance. His father don't mind a bit. He always has plenty of cash, Ed
has."
"Ah, yes, that ne'er-do-well, Ed Brown!" said the old woman, shaking
her fist at the distant Ed, who, realizing that Tom had got into
trouble, disappeared in a twinkling.
"An' his father don't mind! Then it's because he knows nothin' about
it. They'll come a day of reckonin' for him. An' you--"
"Oh, the folks at home won't care!" persisted Tom, thoroughly ashamed,
but still anxious to excuse himself. "Mother always says that
everything in the house is for the use of the family. If we children
should make a raid on the pantry, and carry off a pie or cake, she
might punish us for the disobedience, but she wouldn't call it
stealing." He blushed as he uttered the ugly word.
"Yes, but to take money is different, ye know," continued his
relentless mentor, whose heart, however, was sorrowing over him with
the tenderness of a mother for her child.
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