I'll always be like a little beggar girl that peeps through the fence into a beautiful garden.

I know all the wonderful things are there, but I'll never get to them." "But ye will," cried Sandy, hot with sympathy.

"I'll be making money some day, and I'll send ye to the finest master in the country; and you will be getting well and strong, and we'll go--" Mr.Meech, shuffling up the walk toward them, interrupted.

"Studying for the examination, eh?
That's right, my boy.

The judge tells me that you have a good chance to win the scholarship." "Did he, now ?" said Sandy, with shameless pleasure; "and you, Mr.
Meech, do ye think the same ?" "I certainly do," said Mr.Meech.