You will go to Westways and say there is to be no swimming for a week in my pool." "Yes, sir." "You are not to ride Dixy or any other horse for ten days." This was terrible.

"Now, be off with you, and tell Mr.Rivers to come in." "Yes, sir." When Rivers sat down, the Squire suppressing his laughter related the story.

"The boy's coming on, Mark.

He's Penhallow all over." "But, Squire, by the boy's looks I infer you did not tell him that." "Oh, hardly.

I hate practical jokes, and I have stopped his riding for ten days." "I suppose you are right," and they fell to talking politics and of the confusion of parties with three candidates in the field.
Mrs.Ann who suspected what had been the result of this court-martial was disposed towards pity, but John retired to a corner and a book and slipped away to bed early.