"Around in the Square, to see the soldiers," replied Andrew.

"Who gave you permission to go?"

"No one, sir. I heard the music, and thought I'd just go and look at
them a little while. I've not been doing anything wrong, sir."

"Wrong! Isn't disobedience wrong? Haven't I forbidden you, over and
over again, to leave the house after school without my permission?
Say! You don't care what you do! That's it! Go off up stairs with
you, to your own room, and you'll get nothing but bread and water
until to-morrow morning! I'll teach you to mind what I say!"

The boy went sadly up to his room. It had been a day of severer
trial than usual--of greater wrong and outrage upon him as a child.
For the time his spirit was broken, and he wept bitterly when alone
in his silent chamber, that was to be his prison-house until the
dawn of another day.

"Where is Andrew?" asked Mrs. Howland, as her little family gathered
at the supper table, and she found that one was missing.

"I've sent him up to his room. He can't have anything but bread and
water to-night," replied Mr. Howland, in a grave tone.

"What has the poor child done, now?" inquired the mother, in a
troubled voice.

"He went off to see the soldiers, though he had been expressly
forbidden to leave the house after coming home from school."