"Ah! ha! so Master June has his eyes and ears open, has he?
A fine bit of gossip to regale you with on his return!" "He told me to say not one word," said Ethel.
"Right--mind you don't," said Dr.May, and Ethel was surprised to see how sorrowful his face became.

At the same moment Norman returned, still very red, and said, "I've put out the pocket-book, papa.

I think I should tell you I repeated what, perhaps, you did not mean me to hear--you talked to yourself something of pitying Ernescliffe." The doctor smiled again at the boy's high-minded openness, which must have cost an effort of self-humiliation.

"I can't say little pitchers have long ears, to a May-pole like you, Norman," said he; "I think I ought rather to apologise for having inadvertently tumbled in among your secrets; I assure you I did not come to spy you." "Oh, no, no, no, no!" repeated Ethel vehemently.

"Then you didn't mind our talking about it ?" "Of course not, as long as it goes no further.