"I will find him," said Paul, taking his cap.
"Don't be harsh with him, Paul, for he means right, only he has not so much strength of mind as you have."
"I won't be hard upon him."
"Because you are older than he is."
"I won't be a hypocrite, mother, and I may as well own that, while getting my lesson, I could not help thinking of the new boat. I don't want you to believe I am better than I am."
"It is very natural that you should think of her; but you must try not to do so. It is almost a pity the boat had not come on Monday, so that you could have had a whole week to think about her before Sunday."
Paul ran down to the beach, and discovered that the door of the cuddy of the Fawn was open. Jumping on board, he found John stretched out upon one of the beds, apparently very busily engaged in studying his Sunday school lesson.
"What are you doing here, John?" demanded Paul, though his tones were very gentle.
"I am getting my lesson," replied John, as demurely as though he had not chosen an unusual place for the exercise.