CHAPTER ITI.

Arter old Marten had let Bantam go, he himself went straight
to his son, whom he found engaged in his professional pursuits.
At the moment of his father’s entry, young Longtail was hearing
a class of the young Rabbits, on one of whom he was inflicting
summary chastisement for great neglect and carelessness in his
arithmetic. The poor young fellow was squeaking terribly, and
his three brothers, with tears in their eyes, were trying with all
their might to cast up their sums on their slates, which shook so
in their hands that they could scarce see the figures. Their master
left off the beating when he saw his father, and consequently
young Rabbit, for the first and perhaps only time in his life, was
very glad to see the old man. The class was dismissed; and if
you had seen these four youngsters scamper off, shaking their
white tails and jumping half a yard high as they ran to the