It was dark that night when her father and Uncle Henry came from the field. All the oats were in the house. Now the rain could come and it would not do any harm to the grain.
Her father could not stay to eat supper with them; he had to get home and milk his cows. The cows were already waiting, at home. When cows are not milked on time they do not give as much milk. They all got into the wagon.
Her father was very tired and his hands ached so that he could not drive very well, but the horses knew the way home. Her mother sat beside him with Baby Carrie. Laura and Mary sat on the board behind them. Then they heard her father tell about what Charley had done.
Laura and Mary were horrified. They were often naughty, themselves, but they had never imagined that anyone could be as naughty as Charley had been. He hadn't worked to help save the oats. He hadn't obeyed his father quickly when his father spoke to him. He had bothered her father and Uncle Henry when they were hard at work. Helping one's father on the farm was supposed to be boy's work. Laura thought that she could do boy's work better than Charlie.
Then her father told them about the wasps' nest, and he said, "It served the little liar right."
After she was in bed that night, Laura lay and listened to the rain drumming on the roof and falling from the edge of the roof. She thought about what her father had said.
She thought about what the wasps had done to Charley. She thought it served Charley right, too. It served him right because he had been so monstrously naughty. And the wasps had a right to sting him, when he jumped on their home.
But she didn't understand why her father had called him a "little liar". She didn't understand how Charley could be a liar, when he had not said a word.