The treatment taught him at least the power of living alone,--a power that was of service to him when he went to a public school and the boys laughed at his clothes, which were poor in quality and much mended.

In the holidays he returned to the teachings of Mrs.Jennett, and, that the chain of discipline might not be weakened by association with the world, was generally beaten, on one account or another, before he had been twelve hours under her roof.
The autumn of one year brought him a companion in bondage, a long-haired, gray-eyed little atom, as self-contained as himself, who moved about the house silently and for the first few weeks spoke only to the goat that was her chiefest friend on earth and lived in the back-garden.

Mrs.Jennett objected to the goat on the grounds that he was un-Christian,--which he certainly was.

'Then,' said the atom, choosing her words very deliberately, 'I shall write to my lawyer-peoples and tell them that you are a very bad woman.

Amomma is mine, mine, mine!' Mrs.Jennett made a movement to the hall, where certain umbrellas and canes stood in a rack.