They were rather a hard looking set. I don't think I ever witnessed a
more elegant assortment of black eyes in my life. Little JOHNNY RAND,
the good boy, was in his place, and I smiled on him approvingly. As soon
as the lessons were over, I said:
"Boys, your Superintendent tells me you went fishing last Sunday. All
but little JOHNNY, here."
"You didn't go, did you, JOHNNY?" I said.
"No, sir."
"That was right. Though this boy is the youngest among you," I
continued, "you will now learn from his lips words of good counsel,
which I hope you will profit by."