"Poor Jeff! I know you aren't wicked.

Say good-bye, Jeff.

What shall we do?
What shall we do ?" "Good-bye, little chap," said Jeffreys, stooping down and kissing the boy's wet cheek.
"But, Jeff, where are you going?
When will you-- ?" Jeffreys was gone.
In the schoolroom meanwhile the inevitable reaction had taken place.
As the door closed behind Jeffreys, Jonah, hardly knowing what he did, gave vent to a hysterical laugh.
It was the signal for an explosion such as he had little counted on.
"Thou little dirty toad!" said the farmer, rounding on him wrathfully; "what dost mean by that?
Hey?
For shame!" "Beast!" shouted Freddy, choking with anger and misery.
"Beast!" echoed the school.
Some one threw a wet sponge across the room, but Mr Rosher intercepted it.
"Nay, nay, lads; don't waste your clean things on him.

Freddy and Teddy, my lads--where's Teddy ?--come along home.

You've done with Galloway House." "Why, sir--" expostulated the wretched Jonah.
"Hold thy tongue again," roared the farmer.