I caught hold of him, and pulled him away.

He said he couldn't stop to lick me then, but he'd do it within twenty-four hours.

Then he hit me when I called for help." "The young scoundrel! That boy is worse than a pestilence in any neighborhood.

Mr.Baird seems to have no control over him." Suddenly, and without any apparent reason, Mr.Lowington's compressed lips and contracted brow relaxed, and his face wore its usual expression of dignified serenity.

Harry could not understand the cause of this sudden change; but his uncle's anger had passed away.