CHAPTER VI.
A year after the resolution thus come to, I was at home for the holidays.
"I hope," said my mother, "that they are doing Sisty justice.

I do think he is not nearly so quick a child as he was before he went to school.

I wish you would examine him, Austin." "I have examined him, my dear.

It is just as I expected; and I am quite satisfied." "What! you really think he has come on ?" said my mother, joyfully.
"He does not care a button for botany now," said Mr.Squills.
"And he used to be so fond of music, dear boy!" observed my mother, with a sigh.

"Good gracious, what noise is that ?" "Your son's pop-gun against the window," said my father.