shall hev to put up with the sulky beggar whether we want it or like it
or not."

"It would be a queer thing, Jonathan Greenwood, if John Hatton did not
have influence enough to put a troubler of Hatton town out of it. The
Methodist Church is too sensible to oppose what is good for a
community."

"Sir, you are reckoning your bill without your host. The church would
likely stand by you, but all the women would stand by Lugur. And what is
queerer still, all his scholars would fight anyone who said a word
against him. He hes a way, sir, a way of his own with children, and I
hev wondered often what is the secret of it."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll give you an example, sir. You know Silas Bolton hes a very bad
lad, but the other day he went to Lugur and confessed he had stripped
old Padget's apple-tree. Well, Lugur listened to him and talked to him
and then lifted his leather strap and gave him a dozen good licks. The
lad never whimpered, and t' master shook hands with him when the bit o'
business was over and said, 'You are a brave boy, Will Bolton. I don't
think you'll do a mean, cowardly act like that again, and if such is
your determination, you can learn me double lessons for tomorrow; then
all will be square between you and me'--and Bolton's bad boy did it."

"That was right enough."

"I hevn't quite finished, sir. In two days he went with the boy to tell
old Padget he was sorry, and the man forgave him without one hard word;