Two boys had been horsed and brushed up well, which had strengthened the conscience of all the rest, while sobs and rubs of the part affected diffused a tender silence.

Dr.Swinks, the head-master, was leaning back in his canopied oaken chair, with the pride inspired by noble actions.
"What wonderfully good boys!" Dolly whispered, as she peeped in through the dark porch with Faith, while her father was giving the horses in charge to the hostler from the inn across the way; "I declare that I shall be frightened even to look at Mr.Scudamore, if this is a specimen of what he does.

There is scarcely a boy looking off his book.

But how old he does look! I suppose it must be the effect of so much hard teaching." "You silly thing," her sister answered; "you are looking at the great head-master.

Mr.Scudamore is here at the bottom of the school.