"Trunk forward—bend!" Patrick doubled like a jack-knife and Miss
Bailey did her duty.
When it was over she was more distressed than was her victim. "Patrick, I'm so sorry this happened," said she. "But you remember that I warned you that I should whip you if you touched Isaac. Well, you did and I did. You know—all the children know—that I always keep my word."
"Yiss ma'an," murmured the frightened First Reader Class.
"Always?" asked Patrick.
"Always," said Miss Bailey.
"Then wash out his mouth," said Patrick, pointing to the gloating
Isaac, who promptly ceased from gloating.
"Oh, that reminds me," cried Teacher, "of something I want you to do.
Will you tell Isaac you are sorry for spoiling his new suit?"
"Sure," answered Patrick readily. "Say, Isaac, I'm sorry. Come and git your mouth washed."
"Well," Miss Bailey temporized, "his clothes are ruined. Don't you think you could forgive him without the washing?"
"Sure," answered Patrick again. "Ain't it too bad that you can't, too! But you said it and now you've got to do it. Like you did about me, you know. Where's the basin? I'll fill it."