Would not I have given Axworthy and Anderson two such black eyes as they could not have shown in school for a week?
They had better look out!" cried Harry savagely.
"What! An officer in her Majesty's service! Eh, Mr.May ?" "Don't, papa, don't.

Oh! I thought it would have been so happy, when I came home, to see Norman Randall-scholar.

Oh! now I don't care for the ship, nor anything." Again Harry's face went down on the table.
"Come, come, Harry," said Dr.May, pulling off the spectacles that had become very dewy, "don't let us make fools of ourselves, or they will think we are dying for the scholarship." "I don't care for the scholarship, but to have June turned down--and disgrace--" "What I care for, Harry, is having June what he is, and that I know better now." "He is! he is--he is June himself, and no mistake!" cried Harry, with vehemence.
"The prime of the year, is not it ?" said the doctor, smiling, as he stroked down the blue sleeve, as if he thought that generous July did not fall far short of it.
"That he is!" exclaimed Harry.

"I have never met one fellow like him." "It will be a chance if you ever do," said Dr.May.

"That is better than scholarships!" "It should have been both," said Harry.
"Norman thinks the disappointment has been very good for him," said the doctor.
"Perhaps it made him what he is now.