d to respect each
other's skill. Take Dick and Chippy Slynn. Without this movement,
Dick would only have known the other as a wharf-rat who was formidable
beyond ordinary in their feuds. Now he knows him as a boy whose pluck
and honesty command respect, and Dick gives that respect, and liking
with it. Will they be class enemies when they are men? I think not.
But I'll dry up. I am letting myself go into a regular sermon.'

There was silence for a few moments, and they walked on.

'Yes, Jim,' said his brother at last, 'I must confess it had not struck
me just as you put it. There's a great deal of truth in your view.'

That night Dick was crossing the hall, when he heard his father's
latch-key click in the door.

'Ah,' said Mr. Elliott, as he stepped in, 'I fancy you're the gentleman
who called on me this afternoon?'

Oh, father,' cried Dick, running up to him, 'do tell me you've found
something for poor old Chippy. He's breaking his heart because he's
out of work.'

'Well, his heart needn't break any more,' said Mr. Elliott, putting his
umbrella into the stand--'that is to say, if he can give satisfaction
to Mr. Malins, who offers him a berth at seven shillings a week. I
don't know if your friend was getting more, but Mr. Malins doesn't see
his way any further.'

'He'll jump at it,' yelled Dick. 'He was only getting four-and-six at
Blades, the fishmonger's. Father, this is splendid of you. You're
good all through.'

'Almost up to a boy scout, eh?' chuckled Mr. Elliott. 'There, there,
don't pull my arm off. I can't eat my dinner one-handed.'

Next morning Dick ran down to Skinner's Hole before seven o'clock, to
make sure of catching Chippy before the latter set off on his search
for a job. He was not a minute too soon, for he met Chippy in the
street. The Raven had brushed his clothes and blacked his boots till
they shone again, in order to produce a good effect on possible
employers; but he looked rather pinched and wan, for victuals had been
pretty scarce of late, and the kids, who ate a lot, had gone a long way
towards clearing the board before Chippy had a chance.

'It's all right, old chap,' sang out Dick; 'no need to peg round on
that weary drag to-day. Here's a note my father has written. There's
a job waiting for you up at our place.'

'No!' cried Chippy, and shook like a leaf. It seemed too good to be
true.

'Yes,' laughed Dick, 'unless you think the wages too small. They're