"If you were half as good a boy as he is, I would not complain.

But you need not be afraid that anybody will mistake you for him, even if you _do_ wear a patched garment." "I believe you think Ben.

Wright is a little angel," said Oscar, who never liked to hear his humble but diligent classmate praised.
"I think he has some traits that you would do well to imitate," replied his mother.
"I shall think I am imitating him, when I get that thing on," added Oscar, in a contemptuous manner, alluding to the jacket.
"There, that will do, Oscar," replied Mrs.Preston, "You've said enough about the jacket; don't let me hear another word of complaint.

I took a great deal of pains to mend it neatly, and it looks well enough for you or any other boy.

You may put it on to-morrow morning, and don't you leave off wearing it till I tell you to." Oscar nodded his head in a way that seemed to say, "You 'll see how long I wear it;" but his mother did not observe the motion.