"I talked to him, and then thrashed him." "Are you sure it is a good thing to thrash a boy of that age?" "Why, could I do less?" "Of course I cannot legislate in this matter; but you may depend there is a parental screw loose somewhere when a lad of fourteen has to be thrashed. Are you sure that you have kept him out of temptation by constant employment, for instance?" "I never thought of that. Bob's a lazy fellow; he hates work, though he's fond enough of play, to be sure." "It is a vital point to keep children busy," said Mrs. Grey. "Taste for this and that employment can be cultivated. Are you sure he would not like to learn drawing? Or the use of tools? Or music?" "He has no natural taste for either." "Then how does he spend his time out of school?" "I don't know, exactly; I suppose he lounges about the streets more or less." "What sort of boys are his intimate friends?" "I don't know that either, exactly." "I know," said Mrs. Thayer, "what boys visit him, but I do not know of what sort they are. He always sees them in his own room." Mr. Thayer was here called out, and Mrs. Thayer turned eagerly to her guest. "You see what my boy's father is," she said, "a kinder, a better man does not exist; but he never has known how to manage Bob, and most of the care of him has rested on me. And one parent is not enough for children. Still, I did the best I could, and Bob was obedient at any rate--for that I require of my children; but he slipped out of my fingers in this wise. I was just going out to pay some visits, when a boy came to invite him to dine with him. It was on a Friday, when there are no lessons, so I gave my consent, only directing him to put on a clean shirt, adding, remembering his indolence, 'You can go on no other terms. Go directly and dress, or you will get to romping about and forget it.' He promised, and I went out, returning in time to see him just ready, to start in his soiled and crumpled shirt. I said to him, 'I'm sorry for you, Bob, but you know on what terms you were to go.' He began to cry, and the face of the other boy lengthened. My husband never had interfered before, nor has he ever since; but he interfered so decidedly then, and was joined so vehemently by one of his brothers who happened to be present, that it was next to impossible to hold out against them. Bob went off in triumph, and my authority was for ever ended. He has been growing worse ever since. His father meant no harm; but he did not foresee, as I did, what would be the consequences of this one mistake. Now, have you anything to suggest? Is our boy on the absolute road to ruin?" "Before I reply, please answer one question. How much hold have you on his affections?" "Very little. And since we have told him we could not love a boy guilty of his crime, he has grown surly." "Is it true that you do not love him?" "Of course not." "Why then tell him so?" "We are trying, in every way, to make him abhor the sin?"