"I think it is," said the girl; and one or two of the boys said again, "Yes, sir."
"Reckon you'd think so, if you tried, teacher," another put in. "They rolled Sam in the mud, the other day. There was six of 'em, you see, and he hadn't no chance."
"Sam, how did it feel? And how did you feel?"
"Teacher, 'twarn't easy to feel right."
"Could you manage it?"
"I guess not, at first. But afterwards I remembered."
"What did you remember?"
"I remembered they didn't know no better, sir."
"I think you are mistaken. They knew they were doing wrong; how wrong, I suppose they did not know. Well, Sam—'if any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but let him glorify God on this behalf.' Were you ashamed?"
"No, sir."