I told him you'd forgiven him and sent for him to come, after all.

He's in an awful state now that you shouldn't forgive him." Whatever they thought of Uncle Samuel, this was obviously neither the time nor the place to speak out.

Mrs.Cole looked at her son.

His body defiant, sleepy, excited.

His mouth was obstinate, but his eyes appealed to her on the scene of the common marvellous experience that they had just enjoyed.
She hugged him.
"And you won't tell a lie again, will you, Jeremy, dear ?" "Oh, no!" And then, hurrying on: "And when the old woman tumbled down the steps, Mother, wasn't it lovely?
And the fairies in Dick Whittington's sleep, and when the furniture all fell all over the place--" He went slowly upstairs to the nursery, the happiest boy in the kingdom.
But through all his happiness there was this puzzle: Uncle Samuel had told a lie, and no one had thought that it mattered.