At the sight of it his grandfather smiled, for he had seen it once before.

Where George had obtained it, the Lord only knew.

Its title was "Bulls and Breeding." A thoroughly practical little book, but nothing for George's mother to see.

As his grandfather entered behind him, the boy looked up with a guilty start, and resumed with a short breath of relief.
Young Elizabeth, too, had a furtive air, for instead of preparing her history lesson she was deep in the evening paper reading about the war abroad.

Stout and florid, rather plain, but with a frank, attractive face and honest, clear, appealing eyes, this curious creature of thirteen was sitting firmly in her chair with her feet planted wide apart, eagerly scanning an account of the work of American surgeons in France.