His mother admired him as he went up to Harry, graciously and condescendingly gave Hal his hand, and said, "Thank you, brother!" as if he were a prince, and Harry a general who had helped him in a great battle.
Then George went up to Mr.Ward, who was still piteously bathing his eye and forehead in the water.

"I ask pardon for Hal's violence, sir," George said, in great state.

"You see, though we are very young, we are gentlemen, and cannot brook an insult from strangers.

I should have submitted, as it was mamma's desire; but I am glad she no longer entertains it." "And pray, sir, who is to compensate me ?" says Mr.Ward; "who is to repair the insult done to me ?" "We are very young," says George, with another of his old-fashioned bows.

"We shall be fifteen soon.