What will she do now ?" "Oh, you'll get into something, I'm certain," said Horace; "and meanwhile--" "Meanwhile I'll do anything rather than live on you and mother, Horrors; I've made up my mind to that.

Why," continued he, "you wouldn't believe what a sneak I've been already.

You know what Bland said about the football club in his letter?
No, I didn't show it to you.

He said it would go down awfully well if I sent the fellows my usual subscription.
I couldn't bear not to do it after that, and I--I sold my tennis-bat for five shillings, and took another five shillings out of my last two weeks' wages, and sent them half a sov.

the other day." Horace gave an involuntary whistle of dismay, but added, quickly,-- "I hope the fellows will be grateful for it, old man; they ought to be.
Never mind, I'm certain we shall pull through it some day.