'It—it might be removed.'
'Eh? What's that you say?'
The widow eyed her visitor sharply, but he was squirming over his unfortunate feet, and apparently suffering untold agonies on their account.
'The schoolmaster must be supported, missus,' he said hastily.
'Discipline, you know. Boys have to be mastered.'
'To be sure; but you men, you don't know how. My Dick is the best boy in the school, sometimes.'
'Sometimes, ma'am, yes.'
'Yes, sometimes, and would be always if you men had a pen'orth of ideas.
Boys should be driven sometimes and sometimes coaxed.'
'And how'd you coax him what played wag under the very school, fought there, an' then broke out of the place like a burgerler?
'I know, I know—_that's bad; but it's been a fearful tryin' day, an' allowances should be made.'
'Then, if he comes home you'll give him over to be—ah, dealt with?'