sn't no napples on the noak tree, for 'cause napples grow on napple trees. And--and--and--" He hesitated. Nothing in the way of a story seemed to suit his father this evening. He felt he must be careful. "And a big old nangel flewed down," he began briskly.
"No," said his father, shaking his head. "No angel flew down. Not an angel. Not a single, solitary angel. You took the apple, Billy Brad!"
"Out from the sideboard in the garden?" asked Billy Brad.
"The sideboard couldn't be in the garden," said Mr. Bradley, "and you know it. Sideboards are never in the garden. Sideboards are in the dining-room. You went into the dining-room, and you took an apple out of the sideboard. No snake, no oak tree, no garden. You took the apple. Now, why did you take the apple?"
"For 'cause," said Billy Brad, turning his bright eyes up to his father's face, "for 'cause I was a devil!"
That settled it! A father, even an indulgent father like William Bradley, can not have a son sa
A story about a problem child who got whipped for telling a lie which he did not tell. He did deserve the punishment though. I didn’t find the story entertaining or worthwhile and I’m not sure why it's still here a hundred years after being written.
Rather tiresome Dennis the Menace-style tale that might just about be ok for an 8yr old. Then again, it might still be too tiresome. Yawn.