Little Willie came home in a sad state. He had a black eye and numerous

scratches and contusions, and his clothes were a sight. His mother was

horrified at the spectacle presented by her darling. There were tears in

her eyes as she addressed him rebukingly:

"Oh, Willie, Willie! How often have I told you not to play with that

naughty Peck boy!"

Little Willie regarded his mother with an expression of deepest disgust.

"Say, ma," he objected, "do I look as if I had been playing with