Don't you see, Ethel ?" "Yes," said Ethel; "nobody drew that but Harry." "Ay, and there are his buttons," said Mary, much amused and delighted with these relics of her beloved Harry.

"Don't you remember one day last holidays, papa desired Harry to write and ask Mr.Ernescliffe what clothes he ought to have for the naval school, and all the time he was writing the letter, he was drawing sailors' buttons on his blotting-paper.

I wonder how ever it got into Mr.Harrison's book!" Poor Mary's honest wits did not jump to a conclusion quite so fast as other people's, and she little knew what she was doing when, as a great discovery, she exclaimed, "I know! Harry gave his paper-case to Tom.
That's the way it got to school!" "Tom!" exclaimed his father, suddenly and angrily, "where are you going ?" "To bed," muttered the miserable Tom, twisting his hands.

A dead silence of consternation fell on all the room.

Mary gazed from one to the other, mystified at the effect of her words, frightened at her father's loud voice, and at Tom's trembling confusion.