be all the wiser for the
lessons of this. Meanwhile I should like to see the editor of this
paper to-morrow. Who is he, Jellicott?"

"I believe it is Pembury."

"Very well. Send him to me, will you, to-morrow at ten? Good-night.
Thank you for your advice!"

Next morning the Doctor talked to Pembury about the _Dominican_. He
praised the paper generally, and congratulated him on the success of his
efforts. But he took exception to its personal tone.

"As long as you can keep on the broad round of humour and pure fun,
nothing can please us more than to see you improving your time in a
manner like this. But you must be very careful to avoid what will give
pain or offence to any section of your schoolfellows. I was sorry to
see in the present number a good deal that might have been well omitted
of that kind. Remember this, Pembury, I want all you boys, instead of
separating off one set from another, and making divisions between class
and class, to try to make common cause over the whole school, and unite
all the boys in common cause for the good of Saint Dominic's. Now your
paper could help not a little in this direction. Indeed, if it does not
help, it had better not be issued. There! I shall not refer to the
matter again unless you give me cause. I do not want to discourage you
in your undertaking, for it's really an excellent idea, and capitally
carried out. And _verbum sap_, you know, is quite sufficient."

Anthony, with rather a long face, retired from the Doctor's presence.

A few days later the school broke up for the summer holidays.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

A HOLIDAY ADVENTURE.

When a big school like Saint Dominic's is gathered together within the
comparatively narrow compass of four walls, there _is_ some possibility
of ascertaining how it prospers, and what events are interesting it.
But when the same school is scattered to the four winds of heaven during
the holidays, it would require a hundred eyes and more to follow its
movements.

It would be impossible, for instance, at one and the same time to
accompany Raleigh and his sisters up Snowdon, and look on at Bramble
catching crabs on the rocks at Broadstairs; nor, while we follow Dr
Senior among the peaks and passes of Switzerland (and remark, by the
way, what a nice quiet boy Tom Senior is, when he has only his father
and his mother to tempt him into mischief) can we possibly expect to
regard very attentively the doings of Simon, as he