"I looked forward so much to his coming here! But he's--oh, he isn't like any child I ever heard of before!" "If I could devote five busy minutes a day to him," grunted the Master, "with an axe-handle or perhaps a bale-stick--" "You wouldn't do it!" denied his wife.

"You wouldn't harm him; any more than Lad does.

That's the trouble.

If Cyril belonged to us, we could punish him.

Not with a--a balestick, of course.