"Send him to Coventry," put in a third.

"Lecture him," advised others.

"Let him alone," said the rest.
And this, after all, is the best advice.

If a sulky fellow won't come round of his own accord, no kicks, or laughs, or snubs, or lectures will bring him.
Surely none of the readers of this chapter are sulky boys! It is not to be expected you will get through life without being put out--that is sure to happen; and then you've three courses open to you: either to take it like a man and a Christian, not rendering evil for evil, not carried away by revengeful impulse, but bearing what can honourably be borne with a good grace; and for the rest, if action is necessary, righting yourself without malice or vindictiveness; or else you can fly into a rage, and slog out blindly in wild passion; or you can sulk like a cur in a corner, heeded by no one, yet disliked by all, and without a friend--not even yourself.
You will know which of the three best becomes a British boy.

Be assured, that which worst becomes him is _sulking_..