could be said, however, the doctor's hand was on
Harry's shoulder.

"You must not keep him now, Ned," said he--"his sister has not seen him
yet."

And he moved his little procession onwards, still resting on Harry's
shoulder, while a silence had fallen on all, and even the young sailor
ventured no question. Only Tom's lips were quivering, and Ethel had
squeezed Norman's hand. "Poor Harry!" he muttered, "this is worst of
all! I wish we had written it to him."

"So do I now, but we always trusted it would come right. Oh! if I were
but a boy to flog that Edward!"

"Hush, Ethel, remember what we resolved."

They were entering their own garden, where, beneath the shade of the
tulip-tree, Margaret lay on her couch. Her arms were held out, and Harry
threw himself upon her, but when he rose from her caress, Norman and Tom
were gone.

"What is this?" he now first ventured to ask.

"Come with me," said Dr. May, leading the way to his study, where he
related the whole history of the suspicion that Norman had incurred.
He was glad that he had done so in private, for Harry's indignation and
grief went beyond his expectations; and when at last it appeared that
Harvey Anderson was actually Randall-scholar, after opening his
eyes with the utmost incredulity, and causing it to be a second time
repeated, he gave a gulp or two, turned very red, and ended by laying
his head on the table, and fairly sobbing and crying aloud, in spite of
dirk, uniform, and manhood.

"Harry! why, Harry, my boy! We should have prepared you for this," said
the doctor affectionately. "We have left off breaking our hearts about
it. I don't want any comfort now for having gold instead of glitter;
though at first I was as bad as you."

"Oh, if I had but been there!" said Harry, combating unsuccessfully with
his tears.

"Ah! so we all said, Norman and all. Your word would have cleared
him--that is, if you had not been in the thick of the mischief. Ha!
July, should not you have been on the top of the wall?"

"I would have stood by him, at least. Would not I have given Axworthy
and Anderson two such black eyes as they could not have shown in school
for a week? They had better look out!" cried Harry savagely.

"What! An officer in her Majesty's service! Eh, Mr. May?"

"Don't, papa, don't. Oh! I thought it would have been so happy, when I
came home, to see Norman Randall-scholar. Oh! now I don't care for the
ship, nor anything." Again Harry's face went