"Yes, he had; but you see I didn't know the ditch was there."
"Ah, but Mr. Fry did!"
Theodore was silenced. He realised that his stepmother was right, and that he did not attend to what he was told as he ought.
His morning's experience somewhat damped his spirits for the remainder of the day, for he was conscious that every one about the farm knew what had occurred. He sought Mr. Fry, and told him how sorry he was he had been so careless. The farmer was very kind, and begged him to think no more of it, assuring him that the lamb was unhurt, and promising to have the ditch filled up to prevent further accidents.
"I wish I was more like you, old fellow," Theodore said confidentially to Jack after they were in bed that night.
"Like me, Theo!" Jack cried, in great surprise.
"Yes. You always listen to what people tell you, and do as you're told. I don't."
"But you could if you liked."
"No," replied Theodore mournfully; "I forget."
Jack was silent for a short while; then he made a suggestion.