I can't live without fun, and now Norman isn't here, half the time it turns to something I am sorry for afterwards." "But, Harry, if you let yourself be drawn into mischief here for want of Norman, what would you do at sea ?" "I should be an officer!" "I am afraid," said Margaret, smiling, "that would not make much difference inside, though it might outside.

You must get the self-control, and leave off being afraid to be said to be afraid." Harry fidgeted.

"I should start fresh, and be out of the way of the Andersons," he said.

"That Anderson junior is a horrid fellow--he spites Norman, and he bullied me, till I was big enough to show him that it would not do--and though I am so much younger, he is afraid of me.
He makes up to me, and tries to get me into all the mischief that is going." "And you know that, and let him lead you?
Oh, Harry!" "I don't let him lead me," said Harry indignantly, "but I won't have them say I can't do things." Margaret laughed, and Harry presently perceived what she meant, but instead of answering, he began to boast, "There never was a May in disgrace yet, and there never shall be." "That is a thing to be very thankful for," said Margaret, "but you know there may be much harm without public disgrace.

I never heard of one of the Andersons being in disgrace yet." "No--shabby fellows, that just manage to keep fair with old Hoxton, and make a show," said Harry.