The boy John, having been reproved for rapid eating, hurled his spoon upon the floor.
"Those in favor of his punishment will please say aye ?" said the schoolmaster.
I remember that we had a divided house on that important question.
The schoolmaster said: "Michael Henry wishes him to be forgiven on promise of better conduct, but for the next offense he shall ride the badger." This meant lying for a painful moment across his father's knee.
The promise was given and our merry-making resumed.

The district attorney, whom I had met before, came to see me after supper and asked more questions and advised me to talk with no one about the shooting without his consent.

Soon he went away, and after I had learned my lessons Mr.Hacket said: "Let us walk up to the jail and spend a few minutes with Amos." We hurried to the jail.

The sheriff, a stout-built, stern-faced man, admitted us.
"Can we see the Grimshaw boy ?" Mr.Hacket inquired.
"I guess so," he answered as he lazily rose from his chair and took down a bunch of large keys which had been hanging on the wall.

"His father has just left." He spoke in a low, solemn tone which impressed me deeply as he put a lighted candle in the hand of the schoolmaster.