CHAPTER XXV.
Oh, no, we never mention her, We never breathe her name .-- SONG.
A great deal of merriment had come home with Harry, who never was grave for ten minutes without a strong reaction, and distracted the house with his noise and his antics, in proportion, as it sometimes seemed, to the spaces of serious thought and reading spent in the study, where Dr.
May did his best to supply Mr.Ramsden's insufficient attention to his Confirmation candidates, by giving an hour every day to Norman, Ethel, and Harry.

He could not lecture, but he read with them, and his own earnestness was very impressive.
The two eldest felt deeply, but Harry often kept it in doubt, whether he were not as yet too young and wild for permanent impressions, so rapid were his transitions, and so overpowering his high spirits.

Not that these were objected to; but there was a feeling that there might as well be moderation in all things, and that it would have been satisfactory if, under present circumstances, he had been somewhat more subdued and diligent.
"There are your decimals not done yet, Harry." For Harry, being somewhat deficient in arithmetic, had been recommended to work in that line during his visit at home--an operation usually deferred, as at present, to the evening.
"I am going to do my sums now, Flora," said Harry, somewhat annoyed.
He really fetched his arithmetic, and his voice was soon heard asking how he was ever to put an end to a sum that would turn to nothing but everlasting threes.
"What have you been doing, young ladies ?" asked Dr.May.

"Did you call on Miss Walkingham ?" "Flora and Blanche did," said Ethel; "I thought you did not want me to go, and I had not time.

Besides, a London grand young lady--oh!" and Ethel shook her head in disgust.
"That is not the way you treat Meta Rivers." "Oh, Meta is different! She has never been out!" "I should have been glad for you to have seen Miss Walkingham," said her father.