"I have sent him up to bed," said Dr.May.

"I must take him to Harrison to-morrow morning.

It is a terrible business!" "Has he confessed it ?" said Margaret.
"I can hardly call such a thing a confession--I wormed it out bit by bit--I could not tell whether he was telling truth or not, till I called Norman in." "But he has not said anything more untrue--" "Yes, he has though!" said Dr.May indignantly.

"He said Ned Anderson put the paper there, and had been taking up the ink with it--'twas his doing--then when I came to cross-examine him I found that though Anderson did take up the ink, it was Tom himself who knocked it down--I never heard anything like it--I never could have believed it!" "It must all be Ned Anderson's doing!" cried Flora.

"They are enough to spoil anybody." "I am afraid they have done him a great deal of harm," said Norman.
"And what have you been about all the time ?" exclaimed the doctor, too keenly grieved to be just.