A gentleman once saw a boy peehog the bark frotu one of hlg choiee trees with a hatchet The gentleman tried to catch the boy, but the lattcr was too quick for him. so the farmer changed bis tactics. "Come here my little son," he said in a soft, flute-like voice with counterfeit friendliness, "come here a minute. 1 want to tell you somethinjr." "Not yet replied the recipiënt, ' little boys like me don't need to know everything."