the boys in order while they
were getting into bed. About a quarter of an hour was allowed for this
process, and then the master went along the rooms putting out the
lights. A few of the "study-boys" were allowed to sit up till half-past
ten, and their bedrooms were elsewhere. The consequence was, that in
these dormitories the boys felt perfectly secure from any interruption.
There were only two ways by which a master could get at them--one up the
great staircase, and through the lavatory; the other by a door at the
extreme end of the range, which led into Dr Rowlands's house, but was
generally kept locked.

In each dormitory slept four or five boys, distributed by their order in
the school list, so that, in all the dormitories, there were nearly
sixty; and of these a goodly number were, on Eric's arrival, collected
in the boarders' room, the rest being in their studies, or in the
classrooms, which some were allowed to use in order to prevent too great
a crowd in the room below.

At nine o'clock the prayer-bell rang. This was the signal for all the
boarders to take their seats for prayers, each with an open Bible before
him; and when the school-servants had also come in, Dr Rowlands read a
chapter, and offered up an extempore prayer. While reading, he
generally interspersed a few pointed remarks or graphic explanations,
and Eric learnt much in this simple way. The prayer, though short, was
always well suited to the occasion, and calculated to carry with it the
attention of the worshippers.

Prayers over, the boys noisily dispersed to their bedrooms, and Eric
found himself placed in a room immediately to the right of the lavatory,
occupied by Duncan, Graham, Llewellyn, and two other boys named Ball and
Attlay, all in the same form with himself. They were all tired with
their voyage and the excitement of coming back to school, so that they
did not talk much that night, and before long Eric was fast asleep,
dreaming, dreaming, dreaming that he should have a very happy life at
Roslyn School, and seeing himself win no end of distinctions, and make
no end of new friends.

VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER EIGHT.

TAKING UP.

We are not worst at once; the course of evil
Begins so slowly, and from such slight source,
An infant's hand might stop the breach with clay;
But let the stream grow wider, and Philosophy,
Ay, and Religion too--may strive in vain
To stem the headlong current!
_Anon_.

With intense d