markable about my height and your shortness?"

"Oh, nothing," said Benny, looking down with some embarrassment, and
then looking up again--"only I thought maybe 'twas a good reason why we
should be friends."

"Why, so it is, little fellow," said Grayson. "I was very stupid not to
understand that without being told."

"All right, then," said Benny, evidently much relieved in mind.
"Anything you want to know I'll tell you--anything that I know myself,
that is. Because I'm little, you mustn't think I don't know everything
about this town, because I do. I know where you can fish for bass in a
place that no other boy knows anything about: what do you think of that?
I know a big black-walnut tree that no other boy ever saw; of course
there's no nuts on it now, but you can see last year's husks if you
like. Have you got a sister?"

Grayson suddenly looked quite sober, and answered, "No."

"I have," said Benny, "and she is the nicest girl in town. If you want
to know some of the bigger girls, I suppose you'll have to ask Appleby.
What's the use of big girls, though? They never play marbles with a
fellow, or have anything to trade. Say--I hope _you're_ not too big to
play marbles."

"Oh no," said Grayson; "I'll buy some, and we'll have a royal game."

"Don't do it," said Benny; "I've got a pocketful. Come on." And to the
great disgust of all the larger boys Benny led his new friend into the
school yard, scratched a ring on the dirt, divided his stock of marbles
into two equal portions, and gave one to Grayson; then both boys settled
themselves at a most exciting game, while all the others looked on in
wonder, with which considerable envy and jealousy were mixed up.

"That Benny Mallow is putting on more airs than so little a fellow can
carry; don't you think so?" said Sam Wardwell to Ned Johnston.

"I should say so," was the reply; "and that isn't all. The new fellow
isn't going to be thought much of in this school if he's going to allow
himself to belong to any youngster that chooses to take hold of him.
I'll tell you one thing: Joe Appleby's birthday party is to come off in
a few days, and I'll bet you a fish-line to a button that Master Benny
won't get near enough to it to smell the ice-cream. How will that make
the little upstart feel?"

"Awful--perfectly awful," said Sam, who, being very fond of ice-cream
himself, could not imagine a more terrible revenge than Harry had
suggested. Just then Bert Sharp sauntered u