"Yes—and that 's the reason I am going to appeal to you as to what should be done to you. Suppose you were in my place and I in yours, and you had told me never—never to take the pointers out to run hares, and I knew I was disobeying you, and yet I had done it deliberately—deliberately disobeyed you—what would you do?"
I confess that the case seemed hopeless. But Met saved the day.
"I 'll tell you what I 'd do, sir."
"What?"
"I 'd give you another chance."
"Hm—-ah—ur——"
It was, however, too much for him, and he first began to smile and then to laugh. Met also broke out into a laugh, knowing that he had caught him.
So peace and good-will were restored and Christmas really began.