"We'll stand by her, won't we, Jim?"
"Yes, sir."
"Make up to her the lost days—the cruellest injustice that can be inflicted—the loss of a happy childhood."
"Yes, sir."
"All right, old chap. Now, tell me all about yourself and what has happened since you wrote."
"I had a fight."
"With whom, Jim?"
"With Oswald Grismer, of the first form."
"What did he do to you?" inquired his father.
"He said something—about a girl."