'I knew a man,' I said, 'who started out just like you. He always had all the money he wanted: never worked: grew to think himself a sort of young prince. What happened?' He yawned. 'I'm afraid I'm boring you,' I said. 'Go on. Enjoy yourself,' said the Little Nugget. 'Well, it's a long story, so I'll spare you it. But the moral of it was that a boy who is going to have money needs to be taken in hand and taught sense while he's young.' He stretched himself. 'You talk a lot. What do you reckon you're going to do?' I eyed him thoughtfully. 'Well, everything's got to have a beginning,' I said. 'What you seem to me to want most is exercise. I'll take you for a run every day. You won't know yourself at the end of a week.' 'Say, if you think you're going to get _me_ to run--' 'When I grab your little hand, and start running, you'll find you'll soon be running too. And, years hence, when you win the Marathon at the Olympic Games, you'll come to me with tears in your eyes, and you'll say--' 'Oh, slush!' 'I shouldn't wonder.' I looked at my watch. 'Meanwhile, you had better go to bed. It's past your proper time.' He stared at me in open-eyed amazement. 'Bed!' 'Bed.' He seemed more amused than annoyed. 'Say, what time do you think I usually go to bed?' 'I know what time you go here. Nine o'clock.' As if to support my words, the door opened, and Mrs Attwell, the matron, entered. 'I think it's time he came to bed, Mr Burns.' 'Just what I was saying, Mrs Attwell.' 'You're crazy,' observed the Little Nugget. 'Bed nothing!' Mrs Attwell looked at me despairingly. 'I never saw such a boy!' The whole machinery of the school was being held up by this legal infant. Any vacillation now, and Authority would suffer a set-back from which it would be hard put to it to recover. It seemed to me a situation that called for action. I bent down, scooped the Little Nugget out of his chair like an oyster, and made for the door. Outside he screamed incessantly. He kicked me in the stomach and then on the knee. He continued to scream. He screamed all the way upstairs. He was screaming when we reached his room. * * * * * Half an hour later I sat in the study, smoking thoughtfully. Reports from the seat of war told of a sullen and probably only temporary acquiescence with Fate on the part of the enemy. He was in bed, and seemed to have made up his mind to submit to the position. An air of restrained jubilation prevailed among the elder members of the establishment. Mr Abney was friendly and Mrs Attwell openly congratulatory. I was something like the hero of the hour.