One of them gave him his name, which he has forgotten." "It was I, sir," Frank said rising in his place; "I was there with Goodall.

We ran on Mr.Gregson's ground after a butterfly.

It was my fault, sir, for, of course, Goodall went where I did.

We ran among his wheat, and I really did not notice where we were going till he called to us.

I was wrong, of course, and am ready to pay for any damage we may have caused." "You are welcome," the farmer said, "to trample on my wheat for the rest of your born days.