, like a gipsy under a fence--but you won't have any here.'

"'I will have it,' cried Harry, in a rage.

"'You shan't!' said the landlord.

"'I will!' cried Harry.

"'John,' said the landlord to the waiter, 'I forbid your bringing any
dinner to this impertinent little scamp.'

"'Impertinent yourself!' screamed Harry, nearly beside himself with
passion; and he seized a glass to throw it in the landlord's face.

"At this riotous noise, some more servants and the landlady rushed into
the room; and the latter screaming out, 'You little wretch!' and
snatching up a broomstick, rushed full tilt at Harry, who, concluding
that it was best not to wait for the fight, jumped over the table,
darted out of the door, and flew up the street.

"He ran for a long time, as if a mad dog were after him, until he had
gained the outskirts of the town, and stopping, breathless and
exhausted, began to reflect upon his situation.

"We always make remarkably wise reflections when we are suffering from
our misconduct. Harry began to think he had been acting very like a
donkey, and would very willingly have returned home, and taken to
studying his hated lessons.

"Night was now approaching; the twilight deepened and darkened; and it
was only by the stars which came peeping out one by one, that he could
see his way. A strange feeling of dread and loneliness came over him,
and he was rejoiced at last to see dimly before him a large barn.
Jumping the fence, he went up and tried the door; fortunately it was
open, and our heedless friend was glad enough to throw himself down on a
heap of fragrant hay, and spite of his hunger, was soon in a dreamless
sleep.

"The dismal screech (for it isn't crowing) of one of those long-legged
Shanghai roosters, awoke him just as the dawn was streaking the sky; and
shaking the hay from his dress, Harry went out into the road again.

"He was walking along, wondering whether he should ever see home again.
A market-wagon came up behind him, and he turned to inquire his way.

"'Where do you come from?' said the market man. Harry told him. 'Bless
my wig!' said the man, 'you can't get home to-day, no how you can fix
it. Come with me. I'm going to York to sell my sass, and to-morrow I
will take you half-way home.'

"'Jolly! that's a good fellow,' cried Harry, brightening up, 'and you'll
be a better fellow yet, if you'll give me one of these rosy-cheeked
apples; I'm hungry enough to swallow the horse and wagon.'