CHAPTER LXVIII.
THE INDUSTRIOUS APPRENTICE.
Good news fly fast.

On the wings of the newspapers the nomination of Abel Newt reached Delafield, where Mr.Savory Gray still moulded the youthful mind.

He and his boys sat at dinner.
"Fish! fish! I like fish," said Mr.Gray.

"Don't you like fish, Farthingale ?" Farthingale was a new boy, who blushed, and said, promptly, "Oh! yes, Sir." "Don't you like fish, Mark Blanding?
Your brother Gyles used to," asked Mr.Gray.
"Yes, Sir," replied that youth, slowly, and with a certain expression in his eye, "I suppose I do." "All boys who are in favor of having fish dinner on Fridays will hold up their right hands," said Mr.Gray.He looked eagerly round the table.
"Come, come! up, up, up!" said he, good-naturedly.
"That's it.

Mrs.Gray, fish on Fridays." "Mr.Gray," said Mark Blanding.
"Well, Mark ?" "Ain't fish cheaper than meat ?" "Mark, I am ashamed of you.