Chucking him under the chin, the Parson said cheerily, "Hold up your head, Kenelm.

I am sure you have done nothing unworthy of a gentleman." "I don't know that.

I fought a boy very little bigger than myself, and I have been licked.

I did not give in, though; but the other boys picked me up, for I could not stand any longer; and the fellow is a great bully; and his name is Butt; and he's the son of a lawyer; and he got my head into chancery; and I have challenged him to fight again next half; and unless you can help me to lick him, I shall never be good for anything in the world,--never.

It will break my heart." "I am very glad to hear you have had the pluck to challenge him.