Bob, son of Battle . rthest corner of the room. It fell with a rattle on the floor, and MAdam turnedaway. Yere the pitifulest son iver a man had, he criedbrokenly. Gin a mans son dinna haud to him, wha canhe expect to ?—no one. Ye re ondootiful, yere disrespect-fu, yere maist ilka thing ye shouldna be; theres but aething I thocht ye were not—a coward. And as to that,yeve no the pluck to say yere sorry when, God knows,ye might be. I canna thrash ye this day. But ye shallgae nae mair to school. I send ye there to learn. Yellnot learn—yeve learnt naethin except disobedience tome—ye shall stop at
Bob, son of Battle . rthest corner of the room. It fell with a rattle on the floor, and MAdam turnedaway. Yere the pitifulest son iver a man had, he criedbrokenly. Gin a mans son dinna haud to him, wha canhe expect to ?—no one. Ye re ondootiful, yere disrespect-fu, yere maist ilka thing ye shouldna be; theres but aething I thocht ye were not—a coward. And as to that,yeve no the pluck to say yere sorry when, God knows,ye might be. I canna thrash ye this day. But ye shallgae nae mair to school. I send ye there to learn. Yellnot learn—yeve learnt naethin except disobedience tome—ye shall stop at hame and work. His fathers rare emotion, his broken voice and workingface, moved David as all the stripes and jeers had failed todo. His conscience smote him. For the first time in hislife it dimly dawned on him that, perhaps, his father, too, 50 A MANS SON had some ground for complaint; that, perhaps, he was nota good son. He half turned. Feyther Git oot o ma sight 1 MAdam cried. And the boy turned and
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