There she set my porridge before me, which I declined to eat.
"Well, if you won't eat good food, you shall go to school without it." "I tell you I won't go to school." She caught me up in her arms.

She was very strong, and I could not prevent her carrying me out of the house.

If I had been the bad boy she said I was, I could by biting and scratching have soon compelled her to set me down; but I felt that I must not do that, for then I should be ashamed before my father.

I therefore yielded for the time, and fell to planning.

Nor was I long in coming to a resolution.