"It was say, doctor.
Now then, tell me: has he been a good boy ?" The doctor wrinkled his brow and pursed up his lips.
"Ah! ye needn't tell me.

I can see--about half-and-half." "Well, yes--about that," said the doctor.
"To be sure," said the lady; "and I'm glad of it.

What's wrong with him ?" "Oh, I don't like to tell tales out of school," said the doctor jovially.

"Not quite so much of a student as I could have wished.

His classics are decidedly shaky, and his mathematics--" "Look here, doctor: can he write a good plain English letter, properly spelt, and so as you can read it without puzzling because he hasn't dotted his i's and crossed his t's ?" "Oh! yes, yes, yes," said the doctor; "we can do that, eh, Braydon?
But there's rather a long list of black marks against his name," he continued severely.