A little boy about twelve years old was tempted one day to pluck some cherries from a tree which his father had told him not to touch.
“You needn’t be afraid,” said his companion, who was standing near him. “Your father is not here, and won’t know anything about it; and if he should find it out, he is too good to hurt you.”
“Yes,” said the brave little fellow. “I know it, and that’s the very reason why I won’t take any. He wouldn’t hurt me, but it would hurt him to know that I didn’t mind him.” That boy had been properly trained, and he was making a right use of his training.