"Yes--and that 's the reason I am going to appeal to you as to what should be done to you. Suppose you were in my place and I in yours, and you had told me never--_never_ to take the pointers out to run hares, and I knew I was disobeying you, and yet I had done it deliberately--_deliberately_ disobeyed you--what would you do?" I confess that the case seemed hopeless. But Met saved the day. "I 'll tell you what I 'd do, sir." "What?" "I 'd give you another chance." "Hm---ah--ur----" It was, however, too much for him, and he first began to smile and then to laugh. Met also broke out into a laugh, knowing that he had caught him. So peace and good-will were restored and Christmas really began.