Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 22: what you’re looking at

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ee Sn ee Skee fe ee) ee ee ey a a ae, —_—yYlUww know. How are you coming on with y our lesson ?” “T have it all learned, sir,“ the lad replied, with a long drawn sigh that brought a smile to his father’s lips. “Youare not very fond of German, are you?” he remarked, good naturedly. “No, sir; [ don’t like to study anything very well.” | 4 “T am sorry to hear that. What would you like to oO oS “Oh, I think I should like to be a sailor,” said the. boy, reflectively. “No, no!” interposed Mrs. Harwood,in a startled tone, while Sir Henry’s face grew grave. “Sailors are subjected to a great many hardships,” he observed, quietly; then asked, “Would you like to say your lesson to me?” “If you please, sir.’’ and the boy passed his book over to his father and made a fine recitation, show- ing that if he did not really enjoy study, he neverthe- less made thorough work of it. “That-was well done, my boy,” said Sir Heury, as he laid down the book witha gratified look. ‘If you do as well to-morrow I am sure that Herr Heinrich will be well pleased with you. I think we will make a scholar of you afterall. Butit is your bedtime now; good- night, my-son,”’ “Good- -night, ‘papa,’ replied the jad, rising promptly. Then he went to his motiier’s side. “Are you ill, mamma?” he asked, gently. “No, dear, not zal; but such a storm at this season always affects me unpleasantly,” Mrs. Harwood re- plied, passing her arni around him and drawing him close to her. He twined his arms about her neck and, la aid his lips against her cheek. Balch cokencots a. »