Don't read this if you have a split lip. No description of Mr. Partridge's book can give you any idea of the number of chuckles in it.
t I have to put some'pm on it? And that was the only linimunt--"
"Liniment!" snorted Mr. Cane. "Where did you ever get any such 'liniment' as that?"
"Sir?-- Why, out of a bottle," Sube managed to squirm out at last.
"Out of a bottle, eh? Well, bring me the bottle!"
Sube half started for the door, then halted. "I can't," he whimpered.
"Can't? Why not?" demanded his father.
"'Cause I dropped it and broke it," Sube faltered.
Mr. Cane was obviously relieved. "Oh, well," he said, "if that's the case, never mind. But just as soon as one hour has elapsed I want you to take a good hot bath. Now don't forget it!"
As Sube uttered a scowling but respectful "No, sir," and started to leave the room his father noticed for the first time that he was limping badly.
"Is your leg really hurt, my son?" he asked more kindly.
Sube's face was a study of excruciating pain as he paused to reply that it was pretty bad and he was afraid a bath would make it a good d