“T-Thompson.”
“Who’s Thompson? And what did he hit you for?”
“I hit him fu-first.”
“Well, what was it about? Let’s see your hand. I should say you did hit him! You’ll need some court plaster on those knuckles, my boy. Does your nose hurt very much?”
“Yu-yes,” answered Gerald, struggling with his sobs.
“Well, never mind; don’t cry any more; it’ll feel better in a few minutes.”
“I’m not cr-crying because it hurts,” sobbed Gerald, “I’m cr-crying because he li-licked me!”