"Too bad your father lost so many cows—all in a day," said he.
"It's a great pity. Did you lose anything?"
"No, sir."
"Have you felt to see?"
The boy put his hand in his pocket.
"Not there—it's an inside pocket, way inside o' you. It's where you keep your honour and pride."
"Wal," said the boy, his tears starting, "I'm 'fraid I have."
"Enough said—good morning," the teacher answered as he went away.
One morning a few days later the teacher opened his school with more remarks.
"The other day," said he, "I spoke of a thing it was very necessary for us to learn. What was it?"
"To obey," said a youngster.