"Yep, I'm bound to lick him yet."
"Well, you seem to have come out second best this time. But what's the use crying—tears do no good," said Harper, thinking to make him more manly.
"All right," spluttered the boy as well as his cut lip would allow him, "but I guess if you'd gone and got whaled you'd blubber, too."
Harper was telling me about Jerry's experience at school. Jerry is the little chap who put his stockings wrong side out that afternoon.
I thought it was rather a joke on Harper, though he refuses to look at it that way.
Well, the teacher gave each of the little kids a good, big healthy word to write down.
Then they were expected to look up the definition in the dictionary, and write out a complete sentence containing it.
Jerry, he was given the word "anonymous," without a name, and when the teacher read what he had written on his strip of paper, she thought it was worth the while to send it to Mr. Harper for denial.