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
