"THAT'S THE BABY FOR ME!"
"He has grown," replied James, gazing earthwards. "He is at school. Another boy has been knocked down in the playground by a third boy ——"
"Yes—by my boy," put in William.
"FOUND A DEAD BIRD."
"And my boy is attending to his bruises and trying to ease the pain of them."
"Just so," said William. "A most mistaken young person! I knew he would—just the sort of thing he would be up to!"
"At any rate, he is earning the gratitude of the victim," protested James.