“Why were you standing near the hogshead, Benjamin?” “Why,” said Ben, ingenuously, “the hogshead happened to be near me--that was all.” “Were you not trying to drown the kitten?” “O, I wouldn't drown her for anything,” said Ben with an injured expression, mentally adding, “short of a three-cent piece.” “Then, to repeat my interrogatory, what was you a doing of with the kitten in the hogshead?” “I was teaching her to swim,” said Ben, looking out of the corner of his eye at his father, to see what impression this explanation made upon him. “And what advantageous result do you think would be brought about by teaching of the kitten to swim, Benjamin?” persisted his father. “Advantageous result!” repeated Ben, demurely, pretending not to understand. “Certingly.” “What does that mean?” “Do you not study your dictionary at school, Benjamin?” “Yes, but I don't like it much.” “You are very much in error. You will never learn to employ your tongue with elegance and precision, unless you engage in this beneficial study.” “I can use my tongue well enough, without studying grammar,” said Ben. He proceeded to illustrate the truth of this assertion by twisting his tongue about in a comical manner. “Tongue,” exclaimed his father, “is but another name for language I mean your native language.” “Oh!” Ben was about to leave the room to avoid further questions of an embarrassing nature, when his father interrupted his exit by saying-- “Stay, Benjamin, do not withdraw till I have made all the inquiries which I intend.” The boy unwillingly returned. “You have not answered my question.” “I've forgotten what it was.” “What good would it do?” asked the Squire, simplifying his speech to reach Ben's comprehension, “what good would it do to teach the kitten to swim?” “O, I thought,” said Ben, hesitating, “that some time or other she might happen to fall into the water, and might not be able to get out unless she knew how.” “I think,” said his father with an unusual display of sagacity, “that she will be in much greater hazard of drowning while learning to swim under your direction than by any other chance likely to befall her.” “Shouldn't wonder,” was Ben's mental comment, “Pretty cute for you, dad.” Fortunately, Ben did not express his thoughts aloud. They would have implied such an utter lack of respect that the Squire would have been quite overwhelmed by the reflection that his impressive manners had produced no greater effect on one who had so excellent a chance of being impressed by them. “Benjamin,” concluded his father, “I have an errand for you to execute. You may go to Mr. Prescott's and see if he is yet living. I hear that he is a lying on the brink of the grave.” An expression of sadness stole over the usually merry face of Ben, as he started on his errand.