" Tom." Mrs. Sprye's tone was severe. " I expect you to look after this boy, not encourage him to go about brawling in the street. In broad daylight!" Tom was stung. " It's nigh impossible to brawl in the dark, Mrs. Sprye. And look—" He put his hands on Trumpet's shoulders and turned him full circle. " Scarcely a scratch on him. A bit dirty, true, but I believe that Pygmies can be washed. "