"You forget, my dear," said he, "I am a judge of the one, and not of the other.

You might have the genius of Bierstadt himself, and I would be none the wiser." "And then," I continued, "it's scarcely fair.

The other boys are helped by their people, who telegraph and give them pointers.

There's Jim Costello, who never budges without a word from his father in New York.
And then, don't you see, if anybody is to win, somebody must lose ?" "I'll keep you posted," cried my father, with unusual animation; "I did not know it was allowed.

I'll wire you in the office cipher, and we'll make it a kind of partnership business, Loudon:--Dodd & Son, eh ?" and he patted my shoulder and repeated, "Dodd & Son, Dodd & Son," with the kindliest amusement.
If my father was to give me pointers, and the commercial college was to be a stepping-stone to Paris, I could look my future in the face.