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"
Do
n't
call
names
,
"
Dobbin
said
,
getting
off
the
bench
very
nervous
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
will
you
go
?
"
crowed
the
cock
of
the
school
.
"
Put
down
the
letter
,
"
Dobbin
replied
;
"
no
gentleman
readth
letterth
.
"
"
Well
,
NOW
will
you
go
?
"
says
the
other
.
"
No
,
I
wo
n't
.
Do
n't
strike
,
or
I
'll
THMASH
you
,
"
roars
out
Dobbin
,
springing
to
a
leaden
inkstand
,
and
looking
so
wicked
,
that
Mr.
Cuff
paused
,
turned
down
his
coat
sleeves
again
,
put
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
walked
away
with
a
sneer
.
But
he
never
meddled
personally
with
the
grocer
's
boy
after
that
;
though
we
must
do
him
the
justice
to
say
he
always
spoke
of
Mr.
Dobbin
with
contempt
behind
his
back
.
Some
time
after
this
interview
,
it
happened
that
Mr.
Cuff
,
on
a
sunshiny
afternoon
,
was
in
the
neighbourhood
of
poor
William
Dobbin
,
who
was
lying
under
a
tree
in
the
playground
,
spelling
over
a
favourite
copy
of
the
Arabian
Nights
which
he
had
apart
from
the
rest
of
the
school
,
who
were
pursuing
their
various
sports
--
quite
lonely
,
and
almost
happy
.
If
people
would
but
leave
children
to
themselves
;
if
teachers
would
cease
to
bully
them
;
if
parents
would
not
insist
upon
directing
their
thoughts
,
and
dominating
their
feelings
--
those
feelings
and
thoughts
which
are
a
mystery
to
all
(
for
how
much
do
you
and
I
know
of
each
other
,
of
our
children
,
of
our
fathers
,
of
our
neighbour
,
and
how
far
more
beautiful
and
sacred
are
the
thoughts
of
the
poor
lad
or
girl
whom
you
govern
likely
to
be
,
than
those
of
the
dull
and
world-corrupted
person
who
rules
him
?
)
--
if
,
I
say
,
parents
and
masters
would
leave
their
children
alone
a
little
more
,
small
harm
would
accrue
,
although
a
less
quantity
of
as
in
praesenti
might
be
acquired
.
Well
,
William
Dobbin
had
for
once
forgotten
the
world
,
and
was
away
with
Sindbad
the
Sailor
in
the
Valley
of
Diamonds
,
or
with
Prince
Ahmed
and
the
Fairy
Peribanou
in
that
delightful
cavern
where
the
Prince
found
her
,
and
whither
we
should
all
like
to
make
a
tour
;
when
shrill
cries
,
as
of
a
little
fellow
weeping
,
woke
up
his
pleasant
reverie
;
and
looking
up
,
he
saw
Cuff
before
him
,
belabouring
a
little
boy
.
It
was
the
lad
who
had
peached
upon
him
about
the
grocer
's
cart
;
but
he
bore
little
malice
,
not
at
least
towards
the
young
and
small
.
"
How
dare
you
,
sir
,
break
the
bottle
?
"
says
Cuff
to
the
little
urchin
,
swinging
a
yellow
cricket-stump
over
him
.
