y lad, it was very sudden--your benefactor's end--most
unexpected. He is to be buried to-day."

"Benefactor?" thought Peer. "Why doesn't he say 'your father'?"

The schoolmaster was gazing at the window. "He informed me some time ago
of--h'm--of all the--all the benefits he had conferred on you--h'm! And
he begged me to keep an eye on you myself in case anything happened to
him. And now"--the spectacles swung round towards Peer--"now you are
starting out in life by yourself, hey?"

"Yes," said Peer, shifting a little in his seat.

"You will have to decide now what walk in life you are to--er--devote
yourself to."

"Yes," said Peer again, sitting up straighter.

"You would perhaps like to be a fisherman--like the good people you've
been brought up among?"

"No." Peer shook his head disdainfully. Was this man trying to make a
fool of him?

"Some trade, then, perhaps?"

"No!"

"Oh, then I suppose it's to be America. Well, you will easily find
company to go with. Such numbers are going nowadays--I am sorry to say.
. . ."

Peer pulled himself together. "Oh, no, not that at all." Better get it
out at once. "I wish to be a priest," he said, speaking with a careful
town accent.

The schoolmaster rose from his seat, holding his long pipe up in the air
in one hand, and pressing his ear forward with the other, as though to
hear better. "What?--what did you say?"

"A priest," repeated Peer, but he moved behind his chair as he spoke,
for it looked as if the schoolmaster might fling the pipe at his head.

But suddenly the red face broke into a smile, exposing such an array of
greenish teeth as Peer had never seen before. Then he said in a sort of
singsong, nodding: "A priest? Oh, indeed! Quite a small matter!" He rose
and wandered once or twice up and down the room, then stopped,
nodded, and said in a fatherly tone--to one of the bookshelves:
"H'm--really--really--we're a little ambitious, are we not?"

He turned on Peer suddenly. "Look here, my young friend--don't you think
your benefactor has been quite generous enough to you already?"

"Yes, indeed he has," said Peer, his voice beginning to tremble a
little.

"There are thousands of boys in your position who are thrown out in the
world after confirmation and left to shift for themselves, without a
soul to lend them a helping hand."

"Yes," gasped Peer, looking round involuntarily towards the door.

"I can't understand--who can have put these wild ideas int