een Mrs. Watson, and introduced his younger nephew to
her, observing to her that he was but a little fellow to come among
such a number of rough boys. Mrs. Watson smiled kindly at Hugh, and
said she was glad he had a brother in the school, to prevent his feeling
lonely at first. It would not take many days, she hoped, to make him
feel quite at home. Mr. Shaw slipped half-a-crown into Hugh's hand, and
whispered to him to try to keep it safe in his inner pocket. Hugh ran
after him to the door, to tell him that he had five shillings
already--safe in his box: but his uncle would not take back the
half-crown. He thought that, in course of time, Hugh would want all the
money he had.

Mrs. Watson desired Phil to show his brother where he was to sleep, and
to help him to put by his clothes. Phil was in a hurry to get to his
Sallust; so that he was not sorry when Mrs. Watson herself came up to
see that the boy's clothes were laid properly in the deep drawer in
which Hugh was to keep his things. Phil then slipped away.

"Dear me!" said Mrs. Watson, turning over one of Hugh's new collars, "we
must have something different from this. These collars tied with a black
ribbon are never tidy. They are always over one shoulder or the other."

"My sisters made them; and they worked so hard to get them done!" said
Hugh.

"Very well--very right: only it is a pity they are not of a better make.
Every Sunday at church, I shall see your collar awry--and every time you
go to your aunt's, she will think we do not make you neat. I must see
about that. Here are good stockings, however--properly stout. My dear,
are these all the shoes you have got?"

"I have a pair on."

"Of course; I don't doubt that. We must have you measured to-morrow for
some boots fitter for the country than these. We have no London pavement
here."

And so Mrs. Watson went on, sometimes approving and sometimes
criticising, till Hugh did not know whether to cry or to be angry. After
all the pains his mother and sisters had taken about his things, they
were to be found fault with in this way!

When his box was emptied, and his drawer filled, Mrs. Watson took him
into the school-room, where the boys were at supper. Outside the door
the buzz seemed prodigious, and Hugh hoped that, in such a bustle,
nobody would notice him. Here he was quite mistaken. The moment he
entered there was a hush, and all eyes were turned upon him, except his
brother's. Phil hardly looked up fro