He scowled darkly while the rest of the boys were applauding, and persuaded himself that he was the victim of a great piece of injustice.
Frank's face flushed with pleasure, and his eyes danced with delight.

He had made a great effort to succeed, and he knew that at home they would be very happy to hear that the prize had been awarded to him.
"Frank Frost will come forward," said Mr.Rathburn.
Frank left his seat, and advanced modestly.

Mr.Rathburn placed in his hand a neat edition of Whittier's Poem's in blue and gold.
"Let this serve as an incentive to renewed effort," he said.
The second prize was awarded to one of the girls.

As she has no part in our story, we need say nothing more on this point.
At recess, Frank's desk was surrounded by his schoolmates, who were desirous of examining the prize volumes.

All expressed hearty good-will, congratulating him on his success, with the exception of John Haynes.
"You seem mighty proud of your books, Frank Frost," said he with a sneer.