But evidently what is needed is the giving of lessons; and the proper person to give them is a fierce small boy--Irish for choice--one who is always and nobly spoiling for a fight.

Unfortunately I have not a fierce small Irish boy to hand; but, thank goodness! there are still red Deepings left in England." "What is a red Deeping ?" said Mrs.Gibson.
"The red Deepings are an old East Anglian strain--red-haired and very fierce and cantankerous when roused.

My little cousin Pollyooly here is a red Deeping." "Oh, do you think she could cope with that horrid little boy ?" said Mrs.Gibson eagerly.
"I'm sure of it," said the Honourable John Ruffin with decision.

"Come here, Pollyooly." Pollyooly came; and he felt her biceps carefully.

Then he said: "Didn't Mr.Vance tell me a story of a boy called Henry Wiggins whom you found disrespectful and taught manners ?" Pollyooly flushed faintly; but she said bravely, in an explanatory tone: "I had to.