Fie! A fie upon each of you!" "Don't do that! Have mercy! We appeal to your better nature.

We repent." "All the same, I am going for my stroll, rejoined the youth, striving to repress his righteous indignation out of consideration for his humiliated companions, who now--alas, too late!--saw their conduct in its true light.

For, he continued, with a flashing look from his intelligent eyes, I desire no pedestal; I am not avaricious.

Be mine the short and simple flannels of the poor." * * * * * An hour later Francis Charles paused in his strolling, cap in hand, and turned back with Mary Selden.
"How fortunate!" he said.
"Isn't it ?" said Miss Selden.

"Odd, too, considering that I take this road home every evening after school is out.