All except one belonging to my house, I see." "Yes, sir," exclaimed Telson, who was the distinguished exception, "they're all Parretts except me, and it was all my fault, sir, and I'm--" "No," interrupted Parson, "it was all my fault; I was steering." "It was all our faults," said Lawkins.
"Oh," said Mr Parrett, who could not help looking a little amused at the eager faces of the young culprits.

"Perhaps it was my fault for not looking where I was coming to." "Oh, sir," said Parson, "that wouldn't have been any good.

We ran you down on purpose." "Eh ?" said Mr Parrett, not quite sure whether he had heard correctly.
"That is, we didn't know it was you, sir; we thought it was a schoolhouse--" (here Telson looked threatening)--"I mean we thought it was some one else.

We wouldn't have done it if we thought it was you, sir--indeed we wouldn't." "No, sir, that we wouldn't," chimed in the chorus.
"And who did you think it was, pray ?" inquired Mr Parrett.
"A schoolhouse fellow," replied Parson, avoiding Telson's glances.
"Which schoolhouse boy ?" asked the master.
"Any one, sir.

It didn't matter much which." "Indeed.