The girl gazed at him for a moment and then climbed into his lap.
"I wrote my fifty lines, Uncle Cyrus," she said.

"Teacher said I'd done them very nicely, too." The captain grunted.
"Uncle Cy," whispered Bos'n, putting her arms around his neck, "I'm awful sorry I was so bad." "Bad?
Who--you?
You couldn't be bad if you wanted to.

Don't talk that way or I'll say somethin' I hadn't ought to." "Yes, I could be bad, too.

I was bad.

I whispered." "Whispered! What of it?
That ain't nothin'.