and Norman stopped Blanche when she was going
to put him in mind of it; stopped her by such a look as the child never
forgot, though there was no anger in it. In reply to Ethel's inquiry
what he was going to do that morning, he gave a yawn and stretch, and
said, dejectedly, that he had got some Euripides to look over, and some
verses to finish.

"I am sorry; this is the first time you ever have not managed so as to
make a real holiday of your Saturday!"

"I could not help it, and there's nothing to do," said Norman wearily.

"I promised to go and read to Margaret while Flora does her music," said
Ethel; "I shall come after that and do my Latin and Greek with you."

Margaret would not keep her long, saying she liked her to be with
Norman, but she found him with his head sunk on his open book, fast
asleep. At dinner-time, Harry and Tom, rushing in, awoke him with a
violent start.

"Halloo! Norman, that was a jump!" said Harry, as his brother stretched
and pinched himself. "You'll jump out of your skin some of these days,
if you don't take care!"

"It's enough to startle any one to be waked up with such a noise," said
Ethel.

"Then he ought to sleep at proper times," said Harry, "and not be waking
me up with tumbling about, and hallooing out, and talking in his sleep
half the night."

"Talking in his sleep! why, just now, you said he did not sleep," said
Ethel.

"Harry knows nothing about it," said Norman.

"Don't I? Well, I only know, if you slept in school, and were a junior,
you would get a proper good licking for going on as you do at night."

"And I think you might chance to get a proper good licking for not
holding your tongue," said Norman, which hint reduced Harry to silence.

Dr. May was not come home; he had gone with Richard far into the
country, and was to return to tea. He was thought to be desirous of
avoiding the family dinners that used to be so delightful. Harry was
impatient to depart, and when Mary and Tom ran after him, he ordered
them back.

"Where can he be going?" said Mary, as she looked wistfully after him.

"I know," said Tom.

"Where? Do tell me."

"Only don't tell papa. I went down with him to the playground this
morning, and there they settled it. The Andersons, and Axworthy, and he,
are going to hire a gun, and shoot pee-wits on Cocksmoor."

"But they ought not; should they?" said Mary. "Papa would be very
angry."

"Anderson said there was no harm in it, but Harry told