Her arms were held out, and Harry threw himself upon her, but when he rose from her caress, Norman and Tom were gone.
"What is this ?" he now first ventured to ask.
"Come with me," said Dr.May, leading the way to his study, where he related the whole history of the suspicion that Norman had incurred.
He was glad that he had done so in private, for Harry's indignation and grief went beyond his expectations; and when at last it appeared that Harvey Anderson was actually Randall-scholar, after opening his eyes with the utmost incredulity, and causing it to be a second time repeated, he gave a gulp or two, turned very red, and ended by laying his head on the table, and fairly sobbing and crying aloud, in spite of dirk, uniform, and manhood.
"Harry! why, Harry, my boy! We should have prepared you for this," said the doctor affectionately.

"We have left off breaking our hearts about it.

I don't want any comfort now for having gold instead of glitter; though at first I was as bad as you." "Oh, if I had but been there!" said Harry, combating unsuccessfully with his tears.
"Ah! so we all said, Norman and all.

Your word would have cleared him--that is, if you had not been in the thick of the mischief.

Ha! July, should not you have been on the top of the wall ?" "I would have stood by him, at least.