I tried to smile upon her sweetly, but the smile, rippling over my swollen cheek, and dying away like a spent wave on my nose, produced an expression of which Miss Abigail declared she had never seen the like excepting on the face of a Chinese idol.
She hustled me unceremoniously into the presence of my grandfather in the sitting-room.

Captain Nutter, as the recognized professional warrior of our family, could not consistently take me to task for fighting Conway; nor was he disposed to do so; for the Captain was well aware of the long-continued provocation I had endured.
"Ah, you rascal!" cried the old gentleman, after hearing my story.

"Just like me when I was young--always in one kind of trouble or another.

I believe it runs in the family." "I think," said Miss Abigail, without the faintest expression on her countenance, "that a table-spoonful of hot-dro--" The Captain interrupted Miss Abigail peremptorily, directing her to make a shade out of cardboard and black silk to tie over my eye.

Miss Abigail must have been possessed with the idea that I had taken up pugilism as a profession, for she turned out no fewer than six of these blinders.
"They'll be handy to have in the house," says Miss Abigail, grimly.
Of course, so great a breach of discipline was not to be passed over by Mr.Grimshaw.He had, as we suspected, witnessed the closing scene of the fight from the school-room window, and the next morning, after prayers, I was not wholly unprepared when Master Conway and myself were called up to the desk for examination.