his own; and then Dr. May
again, in lively tones, like old times, laughing at Norman for sleeping
late, and still not looking well awake, asking him if he was quite sure
it was not all a dream.

"Well," said Norman, "I should think it was, if it were not that you all
believe it."

"Harry had better go to sleep next," said Dr. May, "and see what
dreaming will make him. If it makes Dux of Norman, who knows but it may
make Drakes of him? Ha! Ethel--

"Oh, give us for our Kings such Queens,
And for our Ducks such Drakes."

There had not been such a merry breakfast for months. There was the old
confusion of voices; the boys, Richard, and the doctor had much to talk
over of the school doings of this week, and there was nearly as much
laughing as in days past. Ethel wondered whether any one but herself
observed that the voice most seldom heard was Norman's.

The promised call was made by Dr. Hoxton, and Mr. Everard, an old
friend, and after their departure Dr. May came to Margaret's room with
fresh accounts, corroborating what Harry had said of the clear knowledge
and brilliant talent that Norman had displayed, to a degree that
surprised his masters, almost as much as the examiners. The copy
of verses Dr. May brought with him, and construed them to Margaret,
commenting all the way on their ease, and the fullness of thought,
certainly remarkable in a boy of sixteen.

They were then resigned to Ethel's keeping, and she could not help
imparting her admiration to their author, with some apology for vexing
him again.

"I don't want to be cross," said Norman, whom these words roused to a
sense that he had been churlish last night; "but I cannot help it. I
wish people would not make such a fuss about it."

"I don't think you can be well, Norman."

"Nonsense. There's nothing the matter with me."

"But I don't understand your not caring at all, and not being the least
pleased."

"It only makes it worse," said Norman; "I only feel as if I wanted to be
out of the way. My only comfortable time yesterday was on that bench in
the cool quiet cloister. I don't think I could have got through without
that, when they left me in peace, till Cheviot and Harry came to rout me
up, and I knew it was all coming."

"Ah! you have overworked yourself, but it was for something. You have
given papa such pleasure and comfort, as you can't help being glad of.
That is very different from us foolish young ones and our trum