his own, and he was seized by a pang of envy. His own
boat seemed to him quite inferior, though but a short time before he had
regarded it with pride.

He was curious to see the craft and pulled up to it.

"That is a fine boat you have there, Mr. Gale," he said.

"So I think," returned the young man. "I feel quite satisfied with it"

"When did it come down?"

"I only received it this morning."

"How much did it cost?" asked Conrad, who was not troubled by
bashfulness.

"A small fortune," answered Walter Gale, with a smile. "I am afraid I
must decline to give the exact figures."

"I asked because I may ask my father to buy me one like it."

Conrad was perfectly well aware that such a request would be promptly
denied. Squire Carter was not disposed to be extravagant, and he had
even hesitated for some time before incurring the outlay required for
Conrad's present boat.

The new boat was so elegant, so graceful, and so thoroughly finished in
every part, that Conrad could not help coveting it. He was not very much
to be blamed, for it was one that would captivate the fancy of any boy
who was fond of the water.

"I should like to try the boat some time, Mr. Gale," he said.

"If the owner is willing, I am," returned the young man.

"The owner? Why, doesn't it belong to you?" asked Conrad, in surprise.

"No; it belongs to Andy."

"That boat belong to Andy Grant?" exclaimed Conrad, with an incredulous
frown.

"Yes; I have given it to him. You will have to ask his permission."

"I shall be glad to have you try it," said Andy, pleasantly.

"Thank you, but I don't think I care for it," replied Conrad, coldly.

He felt a pang of mortification to think that the farmer's son should
have a boat so much superior to his own.

"If you change your mind, let me know," said Andy.

"Conrad is jealous," remarked Walter Gale. "He doesn't like to have you
own a boat that is superior to his."

"I think you are right, Mr. Gale. If the case were reversed I would not
mind."

"Because you are not disposed to be envious or jealous."

When Conrad returned home there was a cloud upon his brow. It was easy
for any one to see that he was in bad humor.

"What is the matter, Conrad?" asked his father. "You look as if you had
lost your best friend."

"I hate Andy Grant," exploded Conrad, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Why, what has Andy done now? You haven't had a fight, have you?"

"No; I wouldn't demean myself by fight