2/13 "How did you get on up town ?" I answered, "Pretty well, sir," and my sister shook her fist at me. Tell us what you mean by pretty well, boy ?" Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacy perhaps. Anyhow, with whitewash from the wall on my forehead, my obstinacy was adamantine. I reflected for some time, and then answered as if I had discovered a new idea, "I mean pretty well." My sister with an exclamation of impatience was going to fly at me,--I had no shadow of defence, for Joe was busy in the forge,--when Mr. |