'I don't think he will come home to-night.' 'We have had a committee meeting, missus,' said Ephraim, examining the toe of his left boot reproach fully, 'an' it's understood we've got to catch these boys.' 'What!' cried Mrs.Haddon, dropping her work into her lap.

'You silly men are going to make a hunt of it?
Then, let me tell you, you will not get that boy of mine to-morrow, nor this week, nor next.

Was ever such a pack of fools! Let Dickie think he is being hunted, and he'll be a bushranger, or a brigand chief, or a pirate, or something desperately wicked in that amazin' head of his, and you won't get a-nigh him for weeks, not a man Jack of you! Dear, dear, dear, you men--a set of interferin', mutton-headed creatures! 'He's an unregenerate youth--that boy of yours, ma'am.' 'Is he, indeed ?' Mrs.Haddon's handsome face flushed, and she squared her trim little figure.

'Was he that when he went down the broken winze to poor Ben Holden?
Was he that when he brought little Kitty Green and her pony out of the burnin' scrub?
Was he all a little villain when he found you trapped in the cleft of a log under the mount there, when the Stream men wouldn't stir a foot to seek you?
During this outburst Shine had twisted his boots in all directions, and examined them minutely from every point of view.
'No, no, ma'am,' he said, 'not all bad, not at all; but--ah, the--ah, influence of a father is missing, Mrs.Haddon.' 'That's my boy's misfortune, Mr.Superintendent.' 'It--it might be removed.' 'Eh?
What's that you say ?' The widow eyed her visitor sharply, but he was squirming over his unfortunate feet, and apparently suffering untold agonies on their account.
'The schoolmaster must be supported, missus,' he said hastily.
'Discipline, you know.

Boys have to be mastered.' 'To be sure; but you men, you don't know how.