Don't scream so; you alarm your mother." But as soon as the good woman was satisfied that there was no real cause for terror, hers changed into hearty wrath against Jack for his carelessness, and for giving so much trouble to the gentleman.
"But he be always getting into mischief, sir--that boy.

Three months back, the very day Mr.March came, he got playing with the carriage-horse, and it kicked him and broke his arm.

A deal he cares: he be just as sprack as ever.

As I say to Tod--it bean't no use fretting over that boy." "Have patience," answered John, who had again carried the unfortunate young scapegrace from our parlour into Mrs.Tod's kitchen--the centre room of the cottage; and was trying to divert the torrent of maternal indignation, while he helped her to plaster up the still ugly looking wound.

"Come, forgive the lad.