As Caleb walked along by the side of Raymond, and came upon the bridge, he was seen both by his grandmother, who happened to be standing at the door, and also at the same instant, by the two boys, Dwight and David, who were just then coming home from school.  Dwight, seeing Caleb walking along so sadly, his clothes and hair thoroughly drenched, set up a shout, and ran towards him over the bridge.  David was of a more quiet and sober turn, and he followed more slowly, but with a face full of surprise and curiosity.

Madam Rachel, too, perceived that her little grandson had been in the brook, and she said, “Can it be possible that he has disobeyed?” Then, again, the next thought was, “Well, if he has, he has been punished for it pretty severely, and so I will treat him kindly.”

David and Dwight came eagerly up, with exclamations, and questions without number.  This made poor Caleb feel worse and worse - he wanted to get home as soon as possible, and he could not tell the boys all the story there; and presently Raymond, finding that he could not get by them very well, took him up in his arms, and carried him towards the house, David and Dwight following behind.  Caleb expected that his grandmother would think him very much to blame, and so, as he came near enough to speak to her, he raised his head from Raymond’s shoulder, and began to say,

“I am very sorry, grandmother; but I could not help it.  I certainly could not help it.”

But he saw at once, by his grandmother’s pleasant-looking face, that she was not going to find any fault with him.

“You have not hurt yourself, Caleb, I hope,” said she, as Raymond put him down.

“No,” said he, “but I feel rather cold.”

His grandmother said she would soon warm him, and she led him into a little bedroom, where he was accustomed to sleep, and undressed him, talking good-humouredly with him all the while, so as to relieve his fears, and make him feel more happy.  She wiped him dry with soft flannel, and gave him some clean, dry clothes, and made him very comfortable again.  She did not ask him how he happened to fall in the water, for she knew it would trouble him to talk about it.  So she amused him by talking about other things, and at last let him out again into the parlour.

The wetting did Caleb no injury; but the fright and the suddenness of the plunge gave him a shock, which, in his feeble state of health, he was ill able to bear.  A good stout boy, with red cheeks and plump limbs, would not have regarded it at all, but would have been off to play again just as soon as his clothes were changed.  But poor Caleb sat down in his little rocking chair by the side of his grandmother, and began to rock back and forth, as if he was rocking away the memory of his troubles, while his grandmother went on with her work.

Presently he stopped to listen to the voices of Dwight and David, who were out before the house.

“Grandmother,” said he, “is that the boys?”

“Yes,” said she, “I believe it is.”

Then Caleb went on rocking, and the voices died away.

Presently, they came nearer again.  The boys seemed to be passing down in front of the house, with a wheelbarrow, towards the water.

“Grandmother,” said Caleb, stopping again, “what do you suppose the boys are doing?”

“I don’t know,” said she, “should not you like to go and see?  You can play with them half an hour before dinner, if you please.”

Caleb did not answer, but began to rock again.  He did not seem inclined to go.

Soon after he heard a splash, as of stones thrown into the water.  Caleb started up and said,

“Grandmother, what can they be doing?”

“I don’t know,” said she, “if you want to know very much, you must go and see.”

Caleb rose slowly, put his rocking chair back into its place, and went to the door.  He looked down towards the bank of the brook before the house, and saw Dwight and David there.  They had a wheelbarrow close to the edge of the water, with a few stones in it, some as big as Caleb’s head.  Each of the boys had a stone in his hand, which he was just throwing into the brook.  Caleb had a great desire to go down and see what they were doing; but he felt weak and tired, and so, after looking on a moment, he said to himself, “I had rather sit down here.”  So he sat down upon the step of the door, and looked on.

After the boys had thrown one or two large stones into the water, they took hold of the wheelbarrow, and, then, tipping it up, the whole load slid down into the water, close to the shore.  The boys then came back, wheeling the great wheelbarrow up into the road.

They went after another load of stones, and Caleb’s curiosity was so far awakened, that he rose slowly, and walked down towards the place.  In a few minutes, the boys came back with their load; David wheeling, and Dwight walking along by his side, and pushing as well as he could, to help.  As soon as he saw Caleb, he began to call out,

“O Caleb, you were afraid of a cow!”

Caleb looked sad and unhappy.  David said,

“I would not laugh at him, Dwight.  Caleb, we are building a mole.”

“A mole!” said Caleb.  “What is that?”

“Why, it is a kind of wharf, built out far into the water, to make a harbour for our shipping.  We learned about it in our geography.”

“Yes,” said Dwight, coming up, eagerly, to Caleb, “you see the current carries all our vessels down the stream, you know, Caleb, and we are going to build out a long mole, out into the middle of the brook, and that will stop our vessels; and then we are going to make it pretty wide, so that we can walk out upon it, and the end of it will do for a wharf.”

“Yes, it will be a sort of harbour for ’em,” said David.

Caleb looked quite pleased at this plan and wanted the boys to let him help; and Dwight said he might go and help them get their next load of stones.

But Caleb did not help much, although he really tried to help.  He kept getting into the other boys’ way.  At last Dwight got out of patience, and said,

“Caleb, you don’t help us the least mite.  I wish you would go away.”

But Caleb wanted to help; and Dwight tried to make him go away.  Presently, he began to laugh at him for being afraid of a cow.

“I suppose I could frighten you by moo-ing at you, Caleb.”

Caleb did not answer, but walked along by the side of the wheelbarrow.  David was wheeling it; for they had now got it loaded, and were going back to the shore of the brook, Caleb on one side, and Dwight upon the other.  Dwight saw that Caleb hung his head, and looked confused.

“Moo! moo!” said Dwight.

Caleb walked along silent as before.

“Moo! moo!” said Dwight, running round to Caleb’s side of the wheelbarrow, and moo-ing close into his ear.

Caleb let go of the wheelbarrow, turned around, burst into tears, and walked slowly and sorrowfully away towards the house.

“There, now,” said David, “you have made him cry.  What do you want to trouble him so for?”

Dwight looked after Caleb, and seeing that he was going to the house, he was afraid that he would tell his grandmother.  So he ran after him, and began to call to him to stop; but, before he had gone many steps, he saw his grandmother standing at the door of the house, and calling to them all to come.

Caleb had nearly stopped crying when he came up to his grandmother.  She did not say any thing to him about the cause of his trouble, but asked him if he was willing to go down cellar with Mary Anna, and help her choose a plateful of apples for dinner.  His eye brightened at this proposal, and Mary Anna, who was sitting at the window, reading, rose, laid down her book, took hold of his hand with a smile, and led him away.

Madam Rachel then went to her seat in her great arm-chair, and David and Dwight came and stood by her side.

“I am sorry, Dwight, that you wanted to trouble Caleb.”

“But, mother,” said Dwight, “I only moo-ed at him a little.”

“And what did you do it for?”

“O, only for fun, mother.”

“Did you suppose it gave him pain?”

“Why, - I don’t know.”

“Did you suppose it gave him pleasure?”

“Why, no,” said Dwight, looking down.

“And did not you know that it gave him pain?  Now, tell me, honestly.”

“Why, yes, mother, I knew it plagued him a little; but then I only did it for fun.”

“I know it,” said Madam Rachel; “and that is the very thing that makes me so sorry for it.”

“Why, mother?” said Dwight in a tone of surprise.

“Because if you had given Caleb four times as much pain for any other reason, I should not have thought half so much of it, as to have you trouble him for fun.  If it had been to do him any good, or to do any body else any good, or from mistake, or mere thoughtlessness, I should not have thought so much of it; but to do it for fun!”

Here Madam Rachel stopped, as if she did not know what to say.

“I rather think, mother, it was only thoughtlessness,” said David, by way of excusing Dwight.

“No; because he knew that it gave Caleb pain, and it was, in fact, for the very purpose of giving him pain, that Dwight did it.  If he had been saying moo accidentally, without thinking of troubling Caleb, that would have been thoughtlessness; but it was not so.  And what makes me most unhappy about this,” continued Madam Rachel, putting her hand gently on Dwight’s head, “is that my dear Dwight has a heart capable under some circumstances, of taking pleasure in the sufferings of a helpless little child.”

David and Dwight were both silent, though they saw clearly that what their mother said was true.

“And yet, perhaps, you think it is a very little thing after all,” she continued, “just moo-ing at Caleb a little.  The pain it gave him was soon over.  Just sending him down cellar to get apples, made him forget it in a moment; so that you see it is not the mischief that is done, in this case, but the spirit of mind in you, that it shews.  It is a little thing, I know; but then it is a little symptom of a very bad disease.  It is very hard to cure.”

“Well, mother,” said Dwight, looking up, and speaking very positively, “I am determined not to trouble Caleb any more.”

“Yes, but I am afraid your determinations won’t reach the difficulty.  As long as the spirit of mind remains, so that you are capable of taking pleasure in the sufferings of another, your determinations not to indulge the bad spirit, will not do much good.  You will forget them all, when the temptation comes.  Don’t you remember how often I have talked with you about this, and how often you have promised not to do it, before?”

“Why, yes, mother,” said Dwight, despondingly.

“So, you see determinations will not do much good.  As long as your heart is malicious, the malice will come out in spite of all your determinations.”

Just at this moment Caleb came in, bringing his plate of apples, with an air of great importance and satisfaction.  He had nearly forgotten his troubles.  Soon after this, dinner was brought in, and Madam Rachel said no more to the boys about malice.  After dinner, they went out again to play.