down on the table.

"Come, come, Harry," said Dr. May, pulling off the spectacles that had
become very dewy, "don't let us make fools of ourselves, or they will
think we are dying for the scholarship."

"I don't care for the scholarship, but to have June turned down--and
disgrace--"

"What I care for, Harry, is having June what he is, and that I know
better now."

"He is! he is--he is June himself, and no mistake!" cried Harry, with
vehemence.

"The prime of the year, is not it?" said the doctor, smiling, as he
stroked down the blue sleeve, as if he thought that generous July did
not fall far short of it.

"That he is!" exclaimed Harry. "I have never met one fellow like him."

"It will be a chance if you ever do," said Dr. May. "That is better than
scholarships!"

"It should have been both," said Harry.

"Norman thinks the disappointment has been very good for him," said the
doctor.

"Perhaps it made him what he is now. All success is no discipline, you
know."

Harry looked as if he did not know.

"Perhaps you will understand better by-and-by, but this I can tell you,
Harry, that the patient bearing of his vexation has done more to renew
Norman's spirits than all his prosperity. See if if has not. I believe
it is harder to every one of us, than to him. To Ethel, especially, it
is a struggle to be in charity with the Andersons."

"In charity!" repeated Harry. "Papa! you don't want us to like a horrid,
sneaking, mean-spirited pair like those, that have used Norman in that
shameful way?"

"No, certainly not; I only want you to feel no more personal anger
than if it had been Cheviot, or some indifferent person, that had been
injured."

"I should have hated them all the same!" cried Harry.

"If it is all the same, and it is the treachery you hate, I ask no
more," said the doctor.

"I can't help it, papa, I can't! If I were to meet those fellows, do
you think I could shake hands with them? If I did not lick Ned all down
Minster Street, he might think himself lucky."

"Well, Harry, I won't argue any more. I have no right to preach
forbearance. Your brother's example is better worth than my precept.
Shall we go back to Margaret, or have you anything to say to me?"

Harry made no positive answer, but pressed close to his father, who
put his arm round him, while the curly head was laid on his shoulder.
Presently he said, with a great sigh, "There's nothing like home."

"Was that what you wanted to say