f nice red
apples--apples that made the boys' mouths water.

Fred said that old Abel had given him as near a smile as could come to
his yellow, wrinkled face.

"Treat 'em," he said, "treat 'em, eh? Wal, now, 'pears likely they'd
eat you out of house and home. I never see a boy yet that couldn't go
through a tenpenny nail, easy as not."

"We ARE always hungry, I believe," said Fred.

"Allers, allers--that's a fact," picking out the best apples as he spoke
and heaping up the measure. "There, now if you'll find a better lot than
that, for the money, you are welcome to it, that's all."

"Couldn't do it. Thank you very much," said Fred.

As the boys took the apples eagerly and began to bite them, they saw the
old face looking out of the dirty panes of window glass upon them.

Fred loved to make everybody happy around him, and this treating was
only second best to leading his class; so when, at the corner of
the street turning to his father's house, he parted from his young
companions, I doubt whether there was a happier boy in all Andrewsville.

I do not think we shall blame him very much if he unconsciously carried
his head pretty high and looked proudly happy.

Out from under the low archway leading to Bill Crandon's house a boy
about as tall as Fred, but stout and coarse, in ragged clothes, stood
staring up and down the street as Fred came toward him.

Something in Fred's looks and manner seemed especially to displease him.
He moved directly into the middle of the sidewalk, and squared himself
as if for a fight.

There was no other boy in town whom Fred disliked so much, and of whom
he felt so afraid.

Sam Crandon, everybody knew, was a bully. He treated boys who were
larger and stronger than himself civilly, but was cruel and domineering
over the poor and weak.

So far in his life, though they met often, Fred had avoided coming into
contact with Sam, and Sam had seemed to feel just a little awe of him;
for Mr. Sargent was one of the wealthiest leading men in town, and Sam,
in spite of himself, found something in the handsome, gentlemanly boy
that held him in check; but to-day Sam's father had just beaten him, and
the boy was smarting from the blows.

I dare say he was hungry, and uncomfortable from many other causes; but
however this may have been, he felt in the mood for making trouble;
for seeing somebody else unhappy beside himself. This prosperous,
well-dressed boy, with his books under his arm, and