Like his elder brother, he instinctively disliked Tom Drift, without exactly being able to give a reason.
His reserve, however, had no effect on Charlie's high spirits.

At last the wish of his heart had been gained! No longer did he walk with the burden of a broken promise weighting his neck; no longer did the consciousness of having an enemy oppress him.
"Simpleton!" many of my readers will exclaim.

Perhaps he was; but even if you laugh at him, I think you will hardly despise him for his simple- mindedness, for who would not rather be such a one than the tempter, Tom Drift?
All that week he was jubilant.

Boys looked round in astonishment at the shrillness of his whistle and the ring of his laughter.

His corner of the class room was a simple Babel, and the number of apples he bestowed in charity was prodigious.
Something, every one could see, had happened to make him happier than ever.