You rifle through chests of drawers […] The little fellow looks up at you reproachfully.[… A] cat stops by to warn you that people don't take kindly to those that shout at children. How utterly unjust the whole business is.
You[…] peer under the bed[…] tread on a loose floorboard[…] there's the missing laudanum. You excoriate the boy for his dishonesty […] he's shown a keen criminal mind […] You settle for confiscating part of his day's takings […] as punishment.
