“Shh! Walk slowly,” he said, at the top of his breathe, “Else you will wake him up.”

“I know! You don’t have to teach me, every time.” He said, rather distressed and unsatisfied, “I wonder, each time you throw your words on me, if you have ever followed the same words, at least once, in your life.”

“Boy, watch your tongue! Such words, for instance, could increase the risk of you not getting the chocolates.”

“Well, then, what if I told papa—we came to Mr. Barbo’s house.”

“You won’t get any chocolates. Besides that, you, too, will be lashed by papa, not only me.”

He remained silent; maybe, he thought his brother has found his weakness, or he himself has revealed it.