Come, do you hear me?
Run up to your chamber and put on some dry clothes." Oscar paid no attention to the command, but after removing his wet boots, sat down before the range to dry his feet and legs.

Such instances of disobedience were too common in the family to attract any special notice, and Mrs.Preston said nothing more about the matter.
Oscar, that afternoon, had been down to the shores of Charles River, near Cambridge Bridge, with Alfred Walton and several other boys.

They had been amusing themselves upon the ice that had formed along the edge of the river, and which was now breaking up.

They loosened some of the large cakes, and set them floating off upon the current towards the ocean.

It was in this way that Oscar got his feet so wet.
The next afternoon, when school was dismissed, Oscar, forgetting his wet feet and his cold, went again to the same place, with several of his cronies.