It would be 30 years of boring history to read. A boy that never dipped a pigtail of the girl sitting in front of him into the inkwell.
Well, we’re wrong to apply our own norms to it. This would, I believe, be a boy who was so helpful, he wasn’t just the teacher’s pet, he was everybody’s pet. No inkwell maneuvers, unless it was to brush her pigtail aside when it was in danger of falling in the inkwell. He picked up the girl’s books when she dropped them. He constantly resolved playground fights and everyone loved each other.
Those who understood the need of sinful mankind would be moved to tears at the account. Ah, this had to be the boy Savior. Those who only saw things through worldly eyes would be oh, what an impossible goody two-shoes kid this was, why can’t he even dust it up once with the playground bully, with the way he can melt through a crowd and get away after he does it?
Only boys went to school in those days.