Oscar called him a "cry-baby," for making such a fuss about a little bit of pepper, which epithet did not aid him much in forgetting the injury he had received.
After awhile, quiet and harmony were in a measure restored.

Ralph and George got their school-books, and began to look over the lessons they were to recite in the morning; but Oscar not only remained idle, himself, but seemed to try to interrupt them as much as possible, by his remarks.

By-and-bye, finding they did not take much notice of his observations, he took from his jacket pocket a small tin tube, and commenced blowing peas through it, aiming them at his brothers, at Bridget, and at the lamp.

Ralph, after two or three had taken effect on his face, got up in a pet, and took his book up stairs to the sitting-room.

George scowled and scolded, as the annoying pellets flew around his head, but he did not mean to be driven away by such small shot.