hen she caught hold of him and half
smothered him with kisses.

"Bless you, you dear little chap, you shall not leave him; you shall
bring him along and we'll all enjoy ourselves together. What's his
name?--Bertie Fellowes. Bertie, my man, you are not very old yet, so
I'm going to teach you a lesson as well as ever I can--it is that
kindness is never wasted in this world. I'll go out now and telegraph
to your Mother--I don't suppose she will refuse to let you come with
us."

A couple of hours later she returned in triumph, waving a telegram to
the two excited boys.

"God bless you, yes, with all our hearts," it ran; "you have taken a
load off our minds."

And so Bertie Fellowes and Shivers found that there was such a thing as
a fairy after all.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

HAGGART'S LIE, BY GERALDINE GLASGOW.

Crawley Major was talking very impressively in the great class-room of
Felton College. Even the few slow boys who were still mumbling over
their Latin grammar for next day had one ear pricked up to hear what he
was saying. "I'll tell you what it is," said Crawley Major, addressing
them generally: "the Doctor is in a furious wax, and he will be pretty
free with his canings and impositions to-morrow. I just happened to be
taking a message to Barclay, when he comes fussing in, not seeing me,
and just _swells_ up to Barclay, _purple_ with rage. `Somebody has had
the boat out on the river again, Mr Barclay,' he says, `notwithstanding
my orders and all the fines and punishments I have imposed, and I'm
determined to find out who it is.' Then he saw me and turned purple
again. `Now, Crawley, you have heard what I said, and you can just
return to the class-room and tell your companions that I shall come down
in half an hour, and I intend to have the truth about that boat if I
have to keep every boy in the school under punishment for the next
month;' so here I am."

"Oh, stop that, Crawley," said a bright, handsome lad, who was standing
on the table so as to get a better view of the proceedings. "The
Doctor's not often in a wax, and it's no joke when he is. I didn't
think there was a fellow in the school would have touched the boat after
what he said last time."

All the boys hurled themselves at the table from which Haggart had been
giving out his opinions, and there was a general shout of: "No!"

"It _must_ be all right," said Haggart again. He was looking carelessly
round, and he suddenly caught sight