What a blow it was to me! Tears flowed down my cheeks as I clung to my uncle's hand and walked back to the main street of the village.

A squad of small boys jeered and stuck out their tongues at me.

It was pity for my sorrows, no doubt, that led Uncle Peabody to take me to the tavern for dinner, where they were assuaged by cakes and jellies and chicken pie.
When we came out of the tavern we saw Benjamin Grimshaw and his son Amos sitting on the well curb.

Each had a half-eaten doughnut in one hand and an apple in the other.

I remember that Mr.Grimshaw said in a scolding manner which made me dislike him: "Baynes, I'm glad to see you're so prosperous.