I--" "Suppose we send Lad to the boarding kennels, at Ridgewood, till the brat is gone ?" suggested the Master.

"I hate to do it.

And the good old chap will be blue with homesickness there.

But at least he'll get kind treatment.

When he comes over to me and looks up into my eyes in that terribly appealing way, after Cyril has done some rotten thing to him,--well, I feel like a cur, not to be able to justify his faith that I can make things all right for him.