But there's the clock, I must not keep you any longer; good-bye, Norman." Harry gave his brother the letter as soon as they were outside the house, and, while he read it, took his arm and guided him.

"Well," said Norman as he finished.
"It is all right," said Harry; and the two brothers said no more; there was something rising up in their throats at the thought that they had very few more walks to take together to Bishop Whichcote's school; Norman's heart was very full at the prospect of another vacancy in his home, and Harry's was swelling between the ardour of enterprise and the thought of bidding good-bye to each familiar object, and, above all, to the brother who had been his model and admiration from babyhood.
"June!" at length he broke out, "I wish you were going too.

I should not mind it half so much if you were." "Nonsense, Harry! you want to be July after June all your life, do you?
You'll be much more of a man without me." That evening Dr.May called Harry into his study to ask him if his mind was made up; he put the subject fairly before him, and told him not to be deterred from choosing what he thought would be for the best by any scruples about changing his mind.

"We shall not think a bit the worse of you; better now, than too late." There was that in his face and tone that caused Harry to say, in a stifled voice, "I did not think you would care so much, papa; I won't go, if you do." Dr.May put his hand on his shoulder, and was silent.

Harry felt a strange mixture of hope and fear, joy and grief, disappointment and relief.