“All very well!” ejaculated his mother.
“But you know,” continued Johnny to his aunt, “the seniors are always mad at a junior being like that; and there was another fellow who dragged him to the great school pump, and put him in the trough, and they said they would duck him till he swore to do whatever Rob ordered.”
“Swore!” exclaimed his mother. “You don’t mean that, Johnny?”
“Yes, I do, mamma,” said John. “I would tell you the words, only you wouldn’t like them. And Armine said it would be breaking the Third Commandment, which was the very way to aggravate them most. So they pumped on his head, and tried if he would say it. ‘No,’ he said. ‘You may kill me like the forty martyrs, but I won’t,’ and of course that set them on to pump the more.”
“But, Johnny, did you see it all?” cried Caroline. “How could you?”
“I couldn’t help it, Aunt Carey.”
“Yes, Aunt Carey,” again broke in Jessie, “he was held down. That horrid—well, I won’t say whom, Johnny—held him, and his arm was so twisted and grazed that he was obliged to come to me to put some lily-leaves on it, and if he would but show it, it is all black and yellow still.”
Carey, much moved, went over and kissed both her boy’s champions, while Ellen said, with tears in her eyes, “Oh, Johnny, I’m glad you were at least not so bad. What ended it?”
“The school-bell,” said Johnny. “I say, please don’t let Rob know I told, or I shall catch it.”
“Your father—”