I was well cuffed and sent to bed, with the promise of full-dress chastisement when my father should come home in the morning.
My father arrived before breakfast next day, and I was duly and soundly whipped.

I set out for school with aching bones to add to the usual depression of Monday morning.

At the corner of the Nethergate I fell in with Archie, who was staring at a trap carrying two men which was coming down the street.

It was the Free Church minister--he had married a rich wife and kept a horse--driving the preacher of yesterday to the railway station.

Archie and I were in behind a doorpost in a twinkling, so that we could see in safety the last of our enemy.