He never finds fault." "Bah! You're getting too big to think of going out to play with Mike Ladelle." "But you said, father, that you liked to see a fellow work hard at play as well as study, and that `all work and no play made Jack a dull boy.'" "Jack!" cried the Doctor, with his face wrinkling up, as he tried to look very severe.

"Yes Jack.

But you're not Jack: he was some common fisherman's or miner's boy, not the son of a medical man--a gentleman.
There, go and dress that wound in his trousers, my dear." "And you won't send me off to school, father?
I do like private study at home so much better!" "Humph! I don't know whether you're aware of it, sir, but you've got a very foolish, indulgent father, who is spoiling you." "No, he did not know that," said Mrs Burnet, smiling, as she looked from one to the other proudly.

"And it is not true, is it, Vince ?" "No, mother, not a bit of it," cried the boy.
"And I feel sure that father will not send you away if you try hard to master all your lessons with Mr Deane." "Well, it isn't your father who is spoiling you now, Vince," said the Doctor.

"There: I'll give you another six months' trial; and, here-- which way are you going ?" "Round by the south cliff to look for Mike Ladelle." "Ah, I daresay he's shut up in his father's study hard at work!" "No, father; I've been up to the house, and they said he had gone out." "There, go and get mended; and you may as well leave this medicine for me at James Carnach's.