If any one had cause of complaint, it was I; but I do not take it up." My mother was meanwhile bathing his cut cheek and applying a plaster.
"Sure, it would make any son's blood boil, to see his father hit!" cried I; and I saw that Madeleine sympathized with me.
"Why, then, let his blood cool again," said my father, jocularly.

"Tush, many a school-boy gets a worse hurt than this, and makes no moan.

There! your mother has made all right, and I feel no smart.

Let us say no more about it." I thought he strikingly acted on our Lord's axiom of "If thine enemy smite thee on the one cheek, offer him the other," but could not just then enter into it.

I longed to give those rascals a good beating.
"Now, then, I'll set the tune again," said I, affecting composure.
But, "No, no," said the girls simultaneously; and "No, no," said my dear mother.