However, in the break up of every crowd there must always be one who gets off the last; and it so happened that our friend Lenny Fairfield, who had mechanically approached close to the stocks, the better to hear the oracular opinions of Gaffer Solomons, had no less mechanically, on the abrupt appearance of Mr.Stirn, crept, as he hoped, out of sight behind the trunk of the elm-tree which partially shaded the stocks; and there now, as if fascinated, he still cowered, not daring to emerge in full view of Mr.Stirn, and in immediate reach of the cartwhip, when the quick eye of the right-hand man detected his retreat.
"Hallo, sir--what the deuce, laying a mine to blow up the stocks! just like Guy Fox and the Gunpowder Plot, I declares! What ha' you got in your willanous little fist there ?" "Nothing, sir," said Lenny, opening his palm.

"Nothing--um!" said Mr.
Stirn, much dissatisfied; and then, as he gazed more deliberately, recognizing the pattern boy of the village, a cloud yet darker gathered over his brow; for Mr.Stirn, who valued himself much on his learning, and who, indeed, by dint of more knowledge as well as more wit than his neighbours, had attained his present eminent station of life, was extremely anxious that his only son should also be a scholar.

That wish-- "The gods dispersed in empty air." Master Stirn was a notable dunce at the parson's school, while Lenny Fairfield was the pride and boast of it; therefore Mr.Stirn was naturally, and almost justifiably, ill-disposed towards Lenny Fairfield, who had appropriated to himself the praises which Mr.Stirn had designed for his son.
"Um!" said the right-hand man, glowering on Lenny malignantly, "you are the pattern boy of the village, are you?
Very well, sir! then I put these here stocks under your care, and you'll keep off the other boys from sitting on 'em, and picking off the paint, and playing three-holes and chuck-farthing, as I declare they've been a doing, just in front of the elewation.

Now, you knows your 'sponsibilities, little boy,--and a great honour they are too, for the like o' you.
"If any damage be done, it is to you I shall look; d' ye understand ?--and that's what the squire says to me.

So you sees what it is to be a pattern boy, Master Lenny!" With that Mr.Stirn gave a loud crack of the cart-whip, by way of military honours, over the head of the vicegerent he had thus created, and strode off to pay a visit to two young unsuspecting pups, whose ears and tails he had graciously promised their proprietors to crop that evening.