His mates called him Old Gooseberry, and were never tired of asking him the price of tarts." "Served him right," said Emil.
"Badness always gets found out," added Demi, morally.
"No, it don't," muttered Jack, who was tending the apples with great devotion, so that he might keep his back to the rest and account for his red face.
"Is that all ?" asked Dan.
"No, that is only the first part; the second part is more interesting.
Some time after this a peddler came by one day and stopped to show his things to the boys, several of whom bought pocket-combs, jew's-harps, and various trifles of that sort.

Among the knives was a little white-handled penknife that Lewis wanted very much, but he had spent all his pocket-money, and no one had any to lend him.

He held the knife in his hand, admiring and longing for it, till the man packed up his goods to go, then he reluctantly laid it down, and the man went on his way.
The next day, however, the peddler returned to say that he could not find that very knife, and thought he must have left it at Miss Crane's.
It was a very nice one with a pearl handle, and he could not afford to lose it.

Every one looked, and every one declared they knew nothing about it.

'This young gentleman had it last, and seemed to want it very much.